in which my brain is even weirder than we thought

This comes to you in two parts that join together in the end.

Part the First:

Ever since I was a very small child, I've thought of numbers in color. 1 was yellow, 2 was blue, 3 was orange, 4 was blue/green, etc. Odd numbers were warm colors, even numbers were cool colors. The only exception to this is 8, which is very distinctly pink. I don't consciously imagine colors this way, they just kind of...are. I don't know how to explain it.

BUT WAIT! I'm not crazy.

Part the Second:

This January, I read a book called The Name Of This Book Is Secret. Aside from being fabulous, it featured a synesthesete character. Synesthesia, I discovered, is when one's senses get all joined. When a synesthesete sees a skyscraper, he or she might taste strawberries or hear bells. A certain smell might evoke an image or a color.

The Joining of the Parts:

I was discussing this with my mother one day, and began to wonder if I had a mild form of synesthesia. Today, I finally looked it up.

Seeing numbers or letters in color is one of the most common forms of synesthesia.

So I have synesthesia.

Who knew?

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