WHY EXACTLY BLACK...?

Have you ever seen black people? I mean really IN black - wearing black clothes, black shoes, black make-up. (If you have not, I will be glad to meet you!) And what do you think of them?
If you are one of those who say: 'Wow, look at them, they are like creatures coming from the Hell, garbed always in black. Those are black-wearing psychoes', then I guess that you should not read this.
But let me tell you my story...why exactly black.
My life did not begin with my birth; it rather started when I first realized that I live in the Middle of The Ocean. I encountered many stroms of depression. (During a storm The Ocean is violent, really tempestuous). The only thing that was able to save me was the black color. Hardly anyone could believe that the first time I dressed in black I felt secure - protected by the phoneyness of the world.
There is a song: ' I wake up in the morning/Put on my face/The one that's gonna get me/Through another day/Doesn't really matter/How I feel inside... Having a face that's getting you through the days is not enough because it works only for a year or two. Then, again comes the disappointment and the resentment you feel for pretending to be happy does not make you really happy. In the moments when you are all by yourself, you take off the face and are left with nothing but the joy of something that has meaning for you. If there is not such a thing, create one. I did it for myself. I woke up one lovely morning and the first thing I decided was that I start wearing only black. This morning was not arbitrary chosen by my inner self. It was two years ago, when I could not use my tired 'faking' face anymore.
There should be a song: 'I wake up in the morning/Put on my black shield/Ready to defeat the storms...
Do you believe in symbols? I personally love them. Recently, I read in a magazine article that the favourite color of a person is indicative of his or her kind of personality. To the surprise of all those who dislike the black color because they think that it symbolizes death and the dark side (of the force:), it was written that the people who wear black possess emotional soul. :)
Do not get me wrong - I am not preaching the lecture about the miraculous black color. I am not a depressed person who is searching for support and understanding! That's just my story, the way I saw the things.
MORAL: Never judge the people you know by the color they love. After all no one is sure why exactly black... Just feel... no matter what color are your favourite socks!