Whoa...Did I give you enough time to fully digest the phenomenom? / phenomena? / banamana??? of synesthesia Please write a three paragraph essay on why you wish you could see colors when you think of numbers or letters because you know you wish you could. Don't act like I'm the one who's crazy. You know your jealous 'cause my inner world is colorful and full of unicorns and rainbows and talking animals.
Perhaps you are hesitant to admit your awesome ability to see the 3-D images in Magic Eye pictures or maybe you think it's a little odd that inanimate objects channel their wants and desires through you. That just means you are the "Chosen One" (or so they say). Seeing leprechauns isn't so bad except when they start trash talking you and then you have to sacrifice something just to calm those tiny bitches down. I mean it doesn't happen all the time. They are only appeased when I bury a chicken foot and some locks of hair from the head of a green-eyed toddler in the backyard under a rock on the third Saturday's waning moon. That's not weird, is it???
When I asked friends, my students, and other random people if they exhibit any synesthesia traits, they acted like that was the craziest thing they ever heard. Note to self...keep synesthesia, as well as, THE VOICES on the d.l.
My LSU-loving husband found this song on the YouTube about all the Ole Miss girls out there. ">Holla!
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Where have you been? Glad to see you back on the Internets.
I knew a guy once who got screamed at by colors. It's why he had to paint his grandmother's light bulb black. It wouldn't shut up. Once I almost showed him a field of those little yellow flowers, but remembered it would probably sound like a mob scene. Oops. But yeah. I want me some of that synthewhatever.
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