In Which I Muse On The Picasso-Esque Ways Of BW And Their Impact On My Own Personal Healthcare Crisis

Blue, blue, blue. And on it goes into August, this Blue Period of Brian's, and I begin to feel it as well, especially about this particular cravat. What is it about this tie that sets me on edge so? Is it the slightly bridesmaidy shade of sky blue in the background, or the blare of the white stripes bordered by severe navy, giving it an almost graphic arts sort of appearance, like someone carefully drew it on his shirtfront with a Sharpie in each shot? How can such an innocuous--nay, almost amiable--tie evoke such dissatisfaction in me? I don't know, and I doubt my health plan covers the necessary therapeutic sessions required to get to the bottom of it.