in which i admit that i'm a freak of nature.

i have this thing called synesthesia by which i see the year's calendar around my waist in a hoop. i move around the hoop, counter-clockwise through each month,and every month is a color which fades into the next month. right now, september is across from me in beautiful royal blue/purple, february just slipped past to the left in a light, light blue, and march is coming out of my right side in a vivid kelly green.

i kid you not.

i have a sedate version of synesthesia, a nice entertainment for my friends. they ask, "so where is august now?" and i point accross the hoop and slightly to the left, to gales of laughter. Unfortunately, this has given me no cool abilities to count toothpicks, predict stock prices or zip through calculus equations, it just Is.

another part of my peculiar brain wiring is that i see numbers as shapes, with slightly emotional tones; the even numbers are stable and secure (especially tens), numbers divisible by 3 are round and fun, and primes are inverted pyramidal blobs, precarious and ready to fall off of their point at any moment, as well as being rather stable, in one hunk, divisible by only itself and one.

again, not kidding.

this year, i turn 41, a lovely prime, and i'm using my unique perceptivity (is that even a word?) as an excuse to rock the boat and teeter on my point. i'm pushing my comfort zone, doing the unexpected and sometimes actually saying what i think, with the security that i'm still a somewhat stable blob.

look out, world!