Making a Case for Yellow

I was never fond of the word or the color it reminded me of ceiling stains in cheap hotels infinite shades of latrine piss bony cigarette fingertips grandpa's stage 4 jaundice the forever scar of cowardice... I'm contemplating painting the kitchen in this forbidden color. I'll have to pray on it awhile ...it's a critical decision maybe the most important of my existence. The evolution of my inbred forgiveness and hobbled optimism heavily depends upon it.