Monday, October 23, 2006

My quirk has a name...

Ever since I can remember, I've had the feeling that colors and numbers have personalities. I always thought that in early childhood I had made up stories about my crayons and numbers, and simply carried them with me my whole life. But I just found a name for the way I perceived numbers and colors. Synesthesia. I was Googling Nikola Tesla today and apparently he had a form of synesthesia, which made me read up on that, and then there it was. Evidence that I'm not the only person that sees personalities in things. Some people actually see colors oozing from printed numbers, but I don't have anything nearly as lovely.

Anyway, it just made me wonder how many strange connections occur in the human brain and how different perception can be from one brain to the next. I often look at schizophrenic people and wonder if their disease lets them see things the rest of us can't see. How scary would that be?

Friday, October 20, 2006

Being a spinster doesn't come in handy...

when one is doing laundry at the Laundromat. I was doing a formidable laundry task, washing all my dirty clothes, scrubs, AND big ass Mexican blankets as I thought winter was on its way. Too bad it was like 90 degrees today. So anyway, I was trying to fold 4 sets of sheets and 3 huge blankets. I could have used old Martha's help because they all turned out really crooked and it was hard keeping them from touching the floor. That got me to thinking about how much easier it'd be if I had a guy to help me fold the laundry. At least the sheets. I suppose I could have asked the homeless man in the next aisle to help out, but I really don't think I could have handled the smell.

In other news, my sister found a picture of my ex (aka the love of my life) on the internet. She knew I had been just a bit melancholy last week over what would have been our 11th anniversary. And that night I went out with a friend, got a bit drunk, heard a song that reminded me of the night we got together, and then cried like a schoolgirl. Seriously, I had had my closure and was over it. But for some reason, that night being what it was (or what it might have been I guess), combined with the drinks, and then the song, I had myself a good cry. It was really embarrassing. But now I'm all good. Seeing that picture, all I could say was grody. It is what it is.