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My black coat.

Turns out it’s actually purple. Whatever, I still wear it. Point is, I often screw colors up. Most of the time I’m not concerned about it, but a few times in my life I felt like the odd man out. Oh you know, like the time I bought a green monopoly property thinking it was red and I’d complete my tri-fecta. Nope, people just laughed out loud. Or the time when I was 17 and encountered my first single flashing road light. Hmmm, is that yellow or red? I stopped to be sure, turns out it was yellow. Or the time I spent $100 on a non-returnable coat and wore it proudly for a week thinking it was black and meshing with what I was wearing well. I asked my friend to grab my black coat, he couldn’t find it because it was purple. Laughing ensued, me included. Anywho, I’ve tried to explain time after time again what it’s like being colorblind. But to be honest, it’s a fairly impossible task, considering I’ve never seen what you see the way you see it. So how could I compare?

While dancing around on the web during some chemistry procrastination, I stumbled across this explanation. Perhaps it will help.

Filed by ryanroth at December 11th, 2007 under Life