After all these years I’ve still got it!
Hmmm, I was going to start out saying: “when I was a kid…” but I seem to do that alot. I can recall when I was a young lad on the occasions that my mom had me set the table that it could be vexing for me. We had these cool plates, cups and bowls that were all different colors. As kids we liked to match up the colors on the table so the red plate went with the red cup, etc. For some reason I never seemed to get the blues and the purples right. Fast forward a few more years to junior high school (age 14) and I can recall wearing a sweater of my dad’s that I thought was so cool. It was a sort of washed out greyish brown, or so I thought. I was incredulous when a friend told me it was green. I thought he was trying to trick me so I asked others and was told the same thing. A bit older I was wearing a tie that I had worn many times previously over a period of about four months and was surprised to have someone point out that the little diamonds on the tie were actually two distinct colors: a green one wrapping around some other color in the middle.
So I’ve always thought that I’m color challenged. I am still able to see most colors though so I don’t find it difficult to disbelieve that I am color blind. I came across a site today that reconfirmed my colorblindness. Why do I care? Not quite sure, other than it fascinates me that I am unable to detect color variations that others are able to. Why the stories and the title like it is a badge of honor? Just wanted to reminisce about it. I also recall as a kid colorblindness being something that made me feel unique, and distinct from others, a way to set myself apart. It never really did me harm (other than the impotent occasional snicker of others at my mismatched clothes when I was a teenager) nor does it hurt to have the colorblindness, so it fell into an interesting quirk that I liked to show to others.