I’ll probably swear a lot in this oops
Hell this isn’t even for a school project
The inside of my head is a remarkably bright place. Behind my eyelids and above my nose rages an ocean of colour and light, crashing against the sides of my skull. The colour leaps and pulses with each new sound I hear, spinning a tapestry of brilliance. This sea of sound and light leaves little room for my thoughts at times, but over the years I’ve learned to deaden some of the ordinary sounds of life. My own grassy voice, the static background house and school noises, the screams of my enemies as I slay them in battle are all muted tones unless I concentrate on them and separate them out from the voices and music. I was born with a condition called Synesthesia, where when one sense is stimulated, another sense is also activated. The word is rooted in Greek, where it is defined as “concomitant sensations.” There are many different forms of it-I actually have a friend who sees colour in numbers-the form I have is sound-to-colour. I actually wasn't aware of this condition until I was about eleven when I described a sound in my favourite song as “purple” to my father, and he looked at me like I was stark-raving-mad. I just figured everyone experienced a high C sharp as a sharp lavender shade, dyed silver around the edges. I wasn't, and to be honest, I’m still not sure if this means I’m crazy. Makes for interesting conversation, though.
My synesthesia has dramatically helped me as a musician (I play clarinet, string bass, guitar, and my dad has finally succeeded in persuading me to learn piano and organ. He’s been attempting to teach me ever since I was physically capable of comprehending music notes.) The piano, for me, is a rainbow of colours, though not in the ROYGBIV order. It cascades up and down, the notes falling like raindrops of rose, silver, burgundy, maroon, sky blue, copper, golds of all shades, and navy blues. Chords are even more exciting, they ring like...well to be fair, I don't know what they ring like. They sound like chords. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s like describing sight to someone who has never seen. My clarinet (and most prized possession, leave me alone I'm not Squidward,) is all hues of lavender and purple. Which is why wrong notes and cruddy intonation get at me, so much-it’s a disgusting colour that gives me a bad headache. Have mercy on us poor synesthetes, your playing can cause us actual pain!
Voices for me are on a spectrum of warm to cool, with the most common shades being greens and oranges. Rarely, someone with a metallic voice comes into play, and that can be the highlight of my day...unless it’s a sharp, reflective, chrome-y voice that throws light everywhere and gives me a migraine. Those are some of the worst, right along with neon and sickly pastel voices. One of my greatest flaws as a social creature is how I react to people, just based on their sound. Someone could be a genuinely decent person, and who I could have a great relationship, but their voice bothers me so much. This is also bad for the teachers who have to put up with me. Some classes I hate going to, and I don't learn, and I can't absorb the information just because the teacher is the most wretched shade of green imaginable.--