What’s The Use of (Feeling) Blue
Blue was supposed to help.
It was something that Wilbur started carrying around for himself, even if people didn't really think about it much until Ghostbur brought it up. A way to process an overwhelming amount of negative emotions, and get it out of the way of actually productive thoughts. If it wasn't something that could be dealt with, it had to be set aside, or Wilbur would be spending all of his time curled up in bed, unable to move.
And he already spent too much time doing that.
But if Blue helped him, Wilbur thought to himself, then it could help other people. He wasn't the only person dealing with sad things.
So he offered it to his friends, a way to soak up the excess of bad vibes and get rid of them easily. A temporary solution to long-term problems.
Most people remember Blue as Ghostbur's thing - perhaps because they were more open about being sad around him than around Wilbur. They were afraid around Wilbur, they were angry around Wilbur, but it often was not the right time or place to be sad around him.
And because Ghostbur didn't like people being sad, so he always tried to help. He wasn't a sad person, even if he did come from sad circumstances.
Neither of them would tell anyone where they got it from. It was their special thing, their way to help.
The thing is, Blue isn't supposed to be Blue.
Or at least, it wasn't supposed to start that way.
Blue is clear, and fills up with color as it fills up with sad thoughts. It shows how soon you need to think of getting rid of it and getting a new piece, because even a mystical negativity-draining substance has limits to how much it can do. The bluer the Blue, the more full it was - like a sponge soaked in water.
But all of the Blue that Wilbur and Ghostbur handed out was already at least the shade of lapis lazuli by the time they handed it off to anyone else. There was already a lot of sadness in it, simply from then reaching into their pocket to hand it over - the sorrow seeped in through their fingertips. Anyone else could only get a little bit of use out of it before it was full.
And maybe Blue was supposed to be a placebo. Something that let you pretend that all of your bad thoughts were getting sucked away, and could be tossed away or burned or simply gotten rid of in the moment. A way of clearing one's mind, more than magic. The kind of trick you use to get a child to stop crying and calm down.
But Wilbur and Ghostbur always treated it like it was supposed to change things. Like it was supposed to have real power.
And the more they used it, the more it stopped being a temporary solution, and started being their only solution. Ghostbur started getting frustrated when he would toss out whole handfuls of Blue and still feel sad. The bad emotions were filling him back up as quickly as he could drain them.
Blue was never meant to deal with the root of the problem, only the symptoms.
But no one was dealing with the root of their problems.
They would look at the blue, and watch its color deepen only a few shades before stopping. Already full, and they didn't feel better. They would toss it on the ground, staring at a physical manifestation of their melancholy.
There were too many things to be sad about.
Blue was supposed to help.
It didn’t, really.