On the Color of Chameleons

Is it a gift or a curse to be a chameleon?

The gift: Everybody likes you. Nobody feels threatened. You can talk about anything — politics, religion, whatever — and still walk away friends.

The curse: Do you even know what you think, really?

Once someone asked me, “Where are you politically?” And I replied, “My liberal friends think I’m liberal, and my conservative friends think I’m conservative.” In these strange divided days, I might’ve answered “flaming moderate.” I can adapt freely, because I want you to feel heard, known.

And then some days, I wonder… what color is a chameleon, really?


{Here's a Day Late Drabble I wrote yesterday. On Fridays, I thought I'd use the prompt from Five Minute Friday. It's a fun group challenge I've been playing with off and on. This week's FMF prompt was "Adapt."}