Well, yarb, I suppose that makes sense when I consider my own date of manufacture. (Note that I was stubbornly careful not to say "considering." I'd long been wary of the ambiguity engendered by what Bryan Garner might refer to as the so-called coordinating participle... but I must admit that when I had a chance to read one of the comments about the word gerund on this site, I decided that I had to change some of my outmoded... er... thinking.)
The assignment in my art class was to paint a self-portrait using only three colors. I felt drawn to orange, purple, and green, but I was wondering whether I should use red instead of orange. I started paying very close attention to these combinations. For instance, I went to a Thai restaurant downtown and ordered something other than Pad Thai, with its safe orange noodles, green onions, and purpley cabbage. Instead I got a dish with purple eggplant, slimey green okra, and red hot peppers. Other times, if something unpleasant happened, I'd check to see what I was wearing, and I became fond of orange socks. If something bad happened to a friend, I might secretly think it was because they'd made poor a poor combination of clothing colors. I was kind to myself and used orange rather than red when I painted my self-portrait.