This question has no value to anyone
Out of the competitive and infinitely organized and random circumstance that is the 5 billion years of known creation and theorized evolution, at the height of information, and knowledge being it's most attainable, the most free it has ever been, using technology that would make you a god in any other previous era, out of the abyss of meaningful and indefinite questions that could ever materialize in the lobes and between the neurons in the miracle that is your mind, you decide to ask complete fucking strangers what color of average they like so you can briefly consider them?
You have more computing power in use right now than the fucking Mercury space program and you're seeking added information on the color grey? That's like asking someone if they could help you with "metallic-flecked average"
And why? Because you don't know yourself enough to figure out what you like? You can't figure out the color grey? It's grey.
This shit was written in the book of revelations I swear, near the end of times
"And before the lamb showed up, some guy kinda partially broke half of the first seal and hence forth came indecision and paralysis of thought and self-inflicted mediocre paradox, someone who couldn't figure out how much white paint to mix with black paint to make the color grey, with just the perfectly-adequate amount of metallic shit to make it sparkly but not-too-much-because-it's-not-the-70's-anymore after you repeatedly wax it because some people are so devoid of meaningful personal insight on themselves that they resort to asking others their opinions on auto paint colors. And he held a spray can up on high, and he sayeth "that shit's really fucking important". And a taupe-ish beige-like sorta tan-colored horse followed with him, and behold his name was Completely Fucking Clueless, and continuously seeking validation followed with him"
If you were thinking of defusing bombs for a living, please reconsider