Ever thought of people in terms of objects? Possibly flirting with the idea about how SIMILIAR they truly are?

He spoke to me triumphantly-though the sound never touched my ears. His lips moved steadily to a beat that I couldn't get into;
Not my style.
Amazingly all my attention was drawn to a single white candle among numerous red ones. It stood aloof with indifference to its seemingly obvious minority. Being a person who doesn't look twice at the smaller things in life, I found the significance of the candle to be an unknown, annoying mystery. What the hell was it about a candle that I cared so much for? Perplexing questions glazed my unblinking eyes fixated on the vanilla scented candle. Why was I not drawn to him? My worries consisted only of that candle lost in a crimson sea. He compared easily with those red candles alligned in conformity.
They all needed some decoration to hide behind-
Some kind of outrageous price or a pretty saucer to lie upon...
All in order to augment their featureless existence.
Almost always does one find themselves dissatisfied with the pretty candle that doesn't soak the room with it's scent; wishing they had chosen the underdog and thought twice before they made such a frivolous purchase.