Numbers Just for Men.

P.S. I read the Book of Numbers one time and I was amazed to discover that it was more boring than an actual book of numbers could possibly be.

Would, btw.

My father used to say that all of his thoughts came in colors, and he could close his eyes and see his mind as a landscape of colors, light, and shadows representing things. Shadows would be unwanted thoughts he wouldn't "move" towards.

I have nothing remotely related myself, as far as I know my senses are perfectly dull and lazy.

Yeah, I'm a sysesthete. My synesthesia crosses smells with images. I "see" smells as different bra sizes. Toast smells like 36C. Asphalt smells like 36DD, really fake looking. Seaweed smells like a training bra. Chocolate cake smells like a large B or a small C.

I've always considered my tendency to subconsciously equate certain numbers/letters/whatever with personalities as a side-effect of memorizing a set of things and not synesthesia, and it still feels that way. I am fairly sure that I don't have synesthesia, so does anyone else do this/know that it's not?

(seven is the raddest single-digit number, by the way)

On second thought that habit actually sounds a lot like what one would use to define a synesthete uh hm

I ate a whole ton of psychedelic mushrooms this one time about a decade ago.

I see numbers as a series of intersecting lines and angles, with the sharp points and intersections corresponding to the numerical values. It's completely impractical and makes math go slower than it needs to.

It's not a condition or anything, it's a stupid mnemonic I came up with in first or second grade and then never could completely unlearn.

I see numbers more as a collection of one or more lines and curves. The number one is a straight vertical, very boring. The number eight is like one circle sitting on top of another, kind of cool. Three is like half of an eight, two semi circles.

I'm a failure of a synesthete. I just have colors for days. Monday is red, Tuesday is teal, Wednesday is yellow, Thursday is a mossy green, Friday is rred, but a slightly orange firey shade. Saturday and Sunday are grey or white or have no color, but Sunday is whiter/clearer.

I partly blame Play School, a kids' show in my country. Whenever they showed kids the day of the week, the word was red on a yellow background.

I tend to see musical notes like this...

A=Red
Bb=Lavender
B=Blue
C=Yellow
C#=Red-Orange
D=Purple
Eb=Light-Green
E=Green
F=Blue-Green
F#=Blue-Gray
G=Orange
G#=Magenta

When I'm under a lot of stress I see colors as having different depths, like, red is always in front of green, even if the red is further away. Sometimes I feel or hear bright flashes of light, too, but I can't really describe it.

I think everyone has leaky areas where one sense sort of seeps into another, but for some that seeping is stronger than others.

I think utensils are oppressed underdog rebels, whereas pots and pans are aristocratic jerks. Cups are on the fence. Do I have synesthesia?

You guys appear to have briefly summoned up the divine specter of the Something Awful forums.

Fluffy, that's kind of normal. I forget whether it's our brains or our actual eyes, but it's increasingly difficult to focus on two colors at the same time as they move closer to blue and red. There are certain shades of blue and reddish orange that you literally can't see as existing at the same depth, but unfortunately the only example I can bring to mind is the cover of the first edition of The Unabridged Dictionary Of Farts vol. 2.


Redford is right, we should stop this while we still can.