I’ve discovered that most people don’t think like me. And I’ve also discovered that a lot of people do. Sort of.
Like yesterday. We had a bit of a thunderstorm (a rarity here on the lower west coast of Canada) and having grown up on the prairies where they really know how to do thunder, I enjoyed the rumbling. In the midst of it, I got a text from my daughter saying that Nikolas, her almost three year old, had informed her that the thunder was either green or yellow. I can only assume the color was dependent on the intensity of the sound. We laughed about it, but I realized later that Nik thinks like me. Maybe not in terms of the color of thunder (which I have never thought about), but in principle.
I chose the picture for this post because it is a jumble of multicolored letters and numbers. This is how I think. Letter and numbers have colors, they have genders, and they reside in specific places. I bet you didn’t know that. But before you call the psych squad to come and pick me up, allow me to explain. It’s all a part of the imagination process. While I doubt that an accountant would think of the number 4 as male and red in color, I have no problem with seeing it that way. I’ll even go one step further and tell you that the male, red number 4 has a British accent. He likes to be a closed 4, not open at the top so the cold can get in. He’s quite reserved. Unlike the letter G, who is an orange female who can’t keep her mouth shut.
With this rather over-the-edge post, I have shared a bit of weirdness. For a reason. You are limited only by what you can imagine.
You may not think like me. And some of you are breathing a sigh of relief that you don’t. Or scratching your head about why I do. But you DO think.
May your ideas know no bounds.
Oh yeah. It irks me that the number 4 in the picture is the wrong color.
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