What we see depends mainly on what we look for. ~ John Lubbock
I’m living in the last place on earth this perpetually overheated, 55 yr old, water-loving Yankee ever expected to live.
I work as a security guard which is about as ill-suited to my I hate conflict personality as a job could be.
For 25 years, I traveled all over the US as a trainer and public speaker.
For the last year and a half, I’ve worked in 2 counties in the state of Texas. I haven’t been further than 100 feet from the RV for a month.
I trained mostly healthcare professionals, the majority of whom were women. I taught communication skills.
Now I work with all men, mostly blue-collar. Many don’t understand me any better than I understand them, and most of the time we’re all speaking English. That doesn’t mean we’re speaking the same language. 😀
The amazing thing is, I like this job. It just goes to show you how full of surprises life can be! The folks in Texas have certainly taught me a lot. They’ve been nothing if not colorful!
I read a book a while back where one of the characters was colorful, in ways that go beyond personality. She was a synesthetes. If you’re unfamiliar with the term, you can find the definition here:Wikipedia Definition.
There are different kinds of synethesia. I have color-graphemic synesthesia. I see letters and numbers as inherently colored. Some of the colors I don’t much care for but I’m not able to re-color them.
These aren’t my particular colors but it’s a nice visual.
I’ve always seen all numbers and letters, days of the week and months of the year in specific colors. Although scientific studies show this ‘condition’ has apparently produced some amazing mathematicians and even biologists, all it’s produced for me is a cheerful light-show. 😀
Just as I was surprised to learn not everyone has a rotating stack of 45’s playing in their head, I’d always assumed everyone saw numbers and letters in set colors.
The whole topic started me thinking about some things that fall more in the category of philosophically persistent than neurologically peculiar pathways.
I had less astigmatism when I was younger and could wear contacts without having them blow off.
I always wore green ones. I have green eyes so it didn’t change my appearance but it sure changed the way I saw the things. Those green contacts helped me see more clearly, but they didn’t add any tint, unlike rose-colored glasses.
Since moving to Texas, I’ve had plenty of time to take stock of what colors my view of the world. Preconceptions and a lack of understanding can do that. See: Everything I Needed to Know About Texas Tea, I Learned from the Beverly Hillbillies.
I’ve been asking myself: Am I a black vs white – wrong vs right kind of thinker?
Do I share enough of myself with others to be both true and interesting?
And especially, am I open to being in unexpected places, seeing unexpected things and finding humor and joy and gifts there?
By the way, if you’re wondering if you may have a form of synesthesia, you can take a quick quiz at this site: Are you synesthete?
I’d love to hear what you come up with! That could lead to a post of a different color!