The Synesthesia Diaries

I have no idea what I'm doing.

Facebook In Real Life

Click the link that is disguised as the title. Then this will all make sense.

Did you do it?

Seriously, do it.

Okay? Okay.

They should add another panel for “friend suggestions”. I know this person. I know you. YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS PERSON.

This actually happened to me the other day. I was at a coworker’s going away party and everyone (pretty much) had been drinking, thereby insuring that the carefully constructed professional personalities we all maintain during working hours (HA) came crashing down. One person came up to me, and said “This is [person]. You should totally ask him out.” At which point they put a hand on my back and physically pushed me into this person’s personal bubble. Now, normally, I have no problem being a personal space invader because let’s face it, I don’t have a good grasp on social boundaries. But in this case, seeing as how I had literally spoken to this person for the first time about three minutes beforehand and I was already uncomfortable because I was surrounded by people I didn’t know very well and I didn’t have my back to a wall or anything and what if assassins show up? What then? I’m in a completely¬†indefensible position and I die. THANK YOU. Anyway seeing as how all this was true I felt incredibly awkward and came up with the conversational gem of “Hi!” in a shaky tone that was probably paired up with some crazy-eye.

Bottom line: If you want me to be friends with someone, do not suggest them to me on Facebook. Also please no one force me to rape a near-stranger’s personal bubble again. I felt dirty, and not in a good way.

PS- This person actually turned out to be really cool and I in no way blame him for being the indirect object of all this awkwardness.

Well this is awkward.

I’m not entirely certain what to say here. I feel a bit like I’m on a stage and all the lights are focused on me and I can’t tell if there’s anyone even in the audience because the house lights are down so I don’t know if I’m talking to myself or not. Which means that I’m basically going to continue like I’m talking to myself.

On a whim I named this thing “The Synesthesia Diaries” because it seems like my synesthesia is oddly prominent in my life right now… So I guess I should write about that? What do people say when they talk about synesthesia?

The other night I was falling asleep and I suddenly realized that wrought iron fences sound like ravens. No idea why. Maybe because they’re a bit mysterious and always seem like they’re watching me, but not in a creepy way, more in a “Well you’re walking by and the movement grabbed my attention but I’m not REALLY interested in you” kind of way. This is the first time that I’ve realized an inanimate object had a sound. I’m kind of hoping that more things don’t have sounds because then we start treading the grey area between synesthesia and schizophrenia and I don’t think I want to start down that road.

I’ve gotten uncomfortable with talking, so I’m going to stop now.