Synesthesia, tangents, and stuffed bunnies.

I don’t have synesthesia. But my mind works sortofjustalittlebit like I do. It’s not that I actually see colors for sounds or anything, but they might be associated with each other in my mind. The internet says it’s because I have a “creatively wired” brain. (I feel speshul.)

For example, during seventh grade each period of my school day had a different color/emotion in my head. And when I was in band in middle school I’d imagine I’d see colors for the sounds–when I’d hear the flutes (that’s me) I’d think “oh, this is light blue and firework-ish”, but I wouldn’t actually see it. More recently, in ninth grade weekdays were a sort of translucent red and weekends were a heavy, navy blue. (That’s why I refuse to believe that the week doesn’t start on Sunday–otherwise both weekend days are on one end and it feels like the week will overbalance  and tip over to the right and the weekdays will float away.)

This is just one of the things in my brain that I can’t explain and makes my family worry about me. One time at dinner I took a bite and yelled “This tastes like the doctor’s office!” What I meant was it tasted like the doctor’s office smelled, but I still got weird looks. It’s like with my stuffed bunny Perriwinkle, or Perri for short. I never gave him/her a gender when I was young so I just switch off pronouns, to the confusion of my sisters. “WHERE’S PERRI? I can’t find him–ohwait, there she is.”

Just as a side note: I heard that Clyde (from Bonnie and Clyde) was bisexual, but I think that’s just a rumour. Might’ve come about because he was sexually abused in a crappy prison (and he killed the guy later on), and his character in the 60s movie was impotent. If he was, would that help or hurt the LGBTet al. community? I think he’s interesting, but he was a murderous outlaw…

Another thing is my tangential thinking. I couldn’t tell you how I got from my stuffed bunny to Clyde Barrow’s sexuality. Usually I’d edit that paragraph out, but I’m making a point. My brain is weird.

Anyway. If anyone’s actually reading this, and you happen to have synesthesia, do you like it or not? I think it’d be pretty cool, but maybe I completely misunderstand what it’s like.

(This post has no point. Anyone that tries to find one will be shot.)

Robert Pattinson hates airplanes.

And I do too. I’m going on a vacation later this summer to Florida that involves four plane rides, and I’m starting to freak out about it. I’ve been on planes before–in fact, my family and I went to Florida last summer as well. But it doesn’t make going again any less scary.

I get more anxious in anticipation of it than I do during the actual ride, which probably says something important about my psychological state. The takeoff is the worst part, but once we’re in the air I adopt a “we’re going to die or we’re not, and worrying about it at this point will just make things worse” mindset and then do my very best to pretend I’m at home and not in the stratosphere (where no human should ever be. It’s DANGEROUS).

That’s why I love iPod battery, long books, and inflight movies (the one thing I’ll thank airplanes for is that I watched How To Train Your Dragon on one). If I have those I’ll be relatively fine, unless/until there’s turbulence or the plane gets delayed. The longer we’re in the air, the more agitated I get.

Also, the fact that it’s four planes (two there, two back) gets to me. Four takeoffs, four different chances to die. On the bright side: at least this way I get to say that I’ve been in Texas, however briefly.

At least I’m not an actor like Robert Pattinson. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to fly all over the world.

Hello world!

Hello, all those people who may or may not be reading this.

I’ve made this blog because when summer started I realized that watching TV and going on the internet and basically doing bugger all is only fun for the first couple days. I suppose having a blog leads to a lot of time spent on the internet, but at least I’ll be doing something  constructive instead of reading FailBlog for two hours.

So hello, again. Nice to meet you, you can call me Jaden. To explain the name of this blog, it’s from my favorite quote by Albert Einstein (“If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope for reward, then we are a sorry lot indeed”), and also I’m uncreative with names. The lovely sign-up page promised that I’d be able to change it later on, but I think I’ll stick with it because honestly I haven’t got any other ideas.

Other things you might want to know about me, in list form:

1. I like to write (but I’m not very good and get discouraged easily so I don’t do much of it).

2. I’m 15, going into my sophomore year of high school.

3. I’m incredibly nerdy/geeky/dorky.

4.  I share a birthday with Fred and George Weasley. It’s one of the things I’m proud of, even though I had no control over what day I was born.

5. I’m boring in real life, but I do my very best to be much more interesting on the internet.

I don’t think this blog will be about anything specifically. Just a bunch of random thoughts. I’ll try to keep it interesting.

Suppose that’s it. Until next time, then. :)