The doc told me a long time ago that I had synaesthesia. It is just a fancy name for being nuts. So I guess I am certifiable.
Actually the following is a proper definition for the condition of synaesthesia:
"Synaesthesia is a perceptual condition of mixed sensations: a stimulus in one sensory modality (e.g., hearing) involuntarily elicits a sensation/experience in another modality (e.g. vision). Likewise, perception of a form (e.g., a letter) may induce an unusual perception in the same modality (e.g. a color)."
In short, I see color when I hear music, words, numbers, or letters. I really do see colors. I was talking about it with Jamie, and I thought it would be a cool topic for the blog. Being that I am an effing narcissist. But before you check out and think of me as a total nut job, let me prove how nutty I really am before you go.
The note C is red, D is purple, E is yellow, F is dark purple, G is orange, A is deep red, B is green, and so on. When I hear chords there are also colorful things going on. Almost like swirls. When I hear a C minor seventh chord, I see a swirling red and orange, with flecks of green and blue. Or when I hear a F major seventh, there are deep purples and blues with tiny hints of yellow stars. Gettin' weird enough for you yet? Well, then quit reading and get the hail out of here.
I didn't realize that I was this way until I was in 6th grade. The teacher realized that every letter, number, word, day of the week, or month name was directly linked to a color in my special little mind. July is blue, the number four is yellow, the letter J is dark blue, and Wednesday is orange. She had seen a "60 Minutes" special on synaesthesia and wanted to see if anyone in her class was a freak. Turns out there was a bonified red headed freak sitting on the front row, right between Amy Hamilton, and Tara Wallace -- who, by the, were not as impressed with my brilliant diagnosis as I wanted them to be.
Anyway, the whole thing is fascinating to me. Especially to read about other people on the Internet who have the same experiences happening inside their brains. Because to be honest, I don't ever think about synaesthesia, it's just the way things have been since I was born. I just wanted to utilize this opportunity to pat myself of the back for being so sanctify-ably special. But hey, it's my friggin' blog, I can say what I want -- I think.
Actually the following is a proper definition for the condition of synaesthesia:
"Synaesthesia is a perceptual condition of mixed sensations: a stimulus in one sensory modality (e.g., hearing) involuntarily elicits a sensation/experience in another modality (e.g. vision). Likewise, perception of a form (e.g., a letter) may induce an unusual perception in the same modality (e.g. a color)."
In short, I see color when I hear music, words, numbers, or letters. I really do see colors. I was talking about it with Jamie, and I thought it would be a cool topic for the blog. Being that I am an effing narcissist. But before you check out and think of me as a total nut job, let me prove how nutty I really am before you go.
The note C is red, D is purple, E is yellow, F is dark purple, G is orange, A is deep red, B is green, and so on. When I hear chords there are also colorful things going on. Almost like swirls. When I hear a C minor seventh chord, I see a swirling red and orange, with flecks of green and blue. Or when I hear a F major seventh, there are deep purples and blues with tiny hints of yellow stars. Gettin' weird enough for you yet? Well, then quit reading and get the hail out of here.
I didn't realize that I was this way until I was in 6th grade. The teacher realized that every letter, number, word, day of the week, or month name was directly linked to a color in my special little mind. July is blue, the number four is yellow, the letter J is dark blue, and Wednesday is orange. She had seen a "60 Minutes" special on synaesthesia and wanted to see if anyone in her class was a freak. Turns out there was a bonified red headed freak sitting on the front row, right between Amy Hamilton, and Tara Wallace -- who, by the, were not as impressed with my brilliant diagnosis as I wanted them to be.
Anyway, the whole thing is fascinating to me. Especially to read about other people on the Internet who have the same experiences happening inside their brains. Because to be honest, I don't ever think about synaesthesia, it's just the way things have been since I was born. I just wanted to utilize this opportunity to pat myself of the back for being so sanctify-ably special. But hey, it's my friggin' blog, I can say what I want -- I think.
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