I'm going to attempt to explain my fascination and weird connection with colors and their effect on my perception.
*deep breath*
So I have an interesting thing in my brain, I tend to link colors to things, people, emotions, sounds, etc. I am not quite sure what this is called but I can literally see or sense colors that are not actually there (no I am not tripping out all the time). Typically it is a sub-sense to my natural real senses and is something that I can chose to focus on or not. I think this sense is the reason I am so into art and color theories.
When I focus on the color of people it is often based on my interaction with them, their non-verbal signals and other various cues that I unconsciously pick up on. For example; The group of girls sitting across from me in the cafe I am hanging out at, are all very different. When I think about it and can focus and analyze the colors I am sensing I come to some interesting conclusions about myself. I feel a certain connection with the girl who seems to be resonating blues and greens, This comes from the way she is sitting and communicating with the other girls. She is less intense then the others who are various purples, reds and burnt orange. However there is a precision (sharp) and brightness to the greens she seems to project.
Then there is this couple that is always in the cafe when I am. I adore them which is to say I adore observing them because separately their colors are quiet subdued but when they come together to be close the colors change drastically and it makes me think, wow this is what love looks like. This couple unlike so many others that I observe from a day to day has really stuck out to me. I have seen each separately but it is when they are together that interests me. There seems to be this resonating in between them when they are casually sitting together talking. This line of connection that no matter how far they seem to be sitting it draws them closer. that line is an iridescent turquoise. that blends into a sort of indigo purple. When they get closer the colors get brighter and a few deep magenta's are present. The colors tend to have a pearled hint to them as they mix the closer they get. The whole color of their bodies changes as they get more and more engrossed with each other. This is not the bright fiery colors of passion or lust, I can tell when those colors spring up. This is a sort of relaxed compassion and interest. They are obviously very comfortable with each other. Neither show signs of disinterest or anxiety. At this point I stop seeing the people and start only seeing colors and sensing emotions that spring from them. Sometimes it is so overwhelming that I feel like I might cry. It is a beautiful dance of colors, shades and movement.
The problem with people like the above stated is that vibrant interesting colors tends to come with an awareness (as I try to remain as unassuming and inconspicuous as possible with my observations). I have been caught a couple times. (I'm such a creeper, or at least I must seem so. I promise my intent is not to weird anyone out but simply to observe). What would be creepy is if I were to walk up to them and ask if they would want to pose for some photo shoot (which I am seriously itching to do but cannot come up with a way to not sound like a creep). I do not think I could capture the "it" that I see.
Let's move on from me gawking at people to the subject of emotions. When I am in a particular mood or have a certain feeling I often find my world changing to certain shades of colors which can make it difficult for me to change my mood and as such I will attempt to surround myself with a color that represents a better mood. Also I will feel all out of sorts if the colors I am wearing do not accurately reflect the way I am feeling. ie; bright yellow jacket with sunflowers on it would not be appropriate for a day I am particularly dismal. The fact that colors are so intertwined with my life makes me rather easy to read once you know this. Typically you can tell by noticing how comfortable I feel in the clothes I am wearing will directly reflect how accurate the colors I am wearing are to my current mood state. HOWEVER knowing the code is important because my color-mood representations can be and often are different from what others would analyze. For instance, red is neither passion or aggression for me but often gives me a sense of caty-ness, trickery, flirtation without the intent of anything more. Sometimes red can be willpower, resolve, an important decision is to be made or has been made. I use the color red as an example because I rarely wear it (you can read into that however you would like). Again being able to read non-verbal cues is important because I could be wearing a red shirt that day and be very uncomfortable with that choice.
Another interesting connection with perception and color for me is the sense of touch. This produces what I have found to be the most intense and can often change how I perceive people. Often I can "sense" a specific color of someone but can be completely wrong or thrown off once I/ we touch. I think this is interesting because often I can close my eyes reach out my hand and touch someone and know who I touched from the color I get, though I can only do this if I have already focused on the color that appears when I touched them the first time. Like I stated before this is something that I need to be consciously focusing on to have a big impact.
To be continued...
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Early morning ramblings (updates on life)
Some days I wake up, alone, well unless you count my cat, who generally sleeps right on top of me in some fashion or another. I can’t imagine how his nights go seeing as I toss and turn in my sleep quite often. The night must be filled with him constantly being woken up and having to reposition. I often wonder why he doesn’t just pick another spot to sleep seeing as I have raised him since he was a kitten and he continues to insist on his spot.
Which is not to say that I don’t enjoy it.
There is something about his low soft purr and warmth that in general makes sleeping much easier.
Other days I wake up next to someone, which is also nice depending on the person and circumstance.
Today was the former. Waking up at 6am from a dream that I only vaguely remember. I dragged myself out of bed and to a class that had been canceled and now I am here, sitting in the coffee shop/ café at my school. Wasting time till my next class.
I write in fragments apparently.
I also hate word, what a horrible program (laughing at the irony of using said program to type this).
The girl who works mornings at this café knows my face by now and also knows that I will always come in with some ridiculously weird drink order and a generous tip for putting up with me and always making my drink perfectly.
Today I ordered a spicy soy chai with a shot of espresso in it. (my favorite)
Anyway….
Here I am, listening to music on my laptop writing as if I have something interesting to say. The café is pretty empty (as it usually is in the mornings, it will get busier after my next class and I will cross my fingers in hopes that my favorite table is open, as it is perfectly located near an outlet and in view of the entire café.)
Something that I have always known but never really thought about is the amount of conversations I do in my head. Often I will be talking with someone and my mind is so busy the conversation that I don’t realize that I am not speaking. People often tell me that I am too quiet and generally I laugh at them because I am not quiet at all, or at least it doesn’t seem so to me considering that I hear my own thoughts. Perhaps it is a learned habit in an attempt to not have to explain myself so much. Often my references to various topics are missed by most. (not to say that I am incredibly smart or whatever, nothing like that at all. In fact I often feel like a vault of useless and uninteresting knowledge and associations that sometimes I don’t even find amusing).
Today there is a few “business” meetings taking place in the café. I instantly feel out of place. Young business professionals or students of the art sitting and conversing (I cannot hear their conversations because I have head phones on but typically I do not find their conversations interesting.
What I do find interesting however is their non-verbal language and the weird uncomfortable attire they wear. I wonder, will I have to dress like that when I get my PhD in psychology. Can I be taken seriously dressing as I do? Perhaps once I have my degree and whatever honors and what not I acquire (this is of course assuming I will which is slightly narcissistic however is based on past experiences of school so it cannot be that far off). I must admit the thought of me being some accepted eccentric brilliant psychologist is a bit of a wet dream. Which makes my true goal sound something like this: Be as weird as I can be while still being accepted as just being too brilliant to conform to standards. Which is not entirely the case or the truth though it would be a nice afterthought.
My true goal is to help as many people as I can find their way to happiness and to create a reality for myself that aligns with my own happiness.
The nice thing about my goal is that it allows for plenty of room to do just about anything because I can find a way to cheer people up and implant thoughts that can lead to them discovering their own form of happiness. So the goals or aspirations I have can easily be changed to align with my ultimate goal. This has caused fluidity in my life that has both helped and hindered my progress. Due to this fluidity I have been allowed to change majors, move, and take time off with little to no guilt. However, this does mean that I will have a bit of a crunch considering the fact that I would like to have a family at some point in my life. My current path will not allow for family, kids and what not until my mid 30’s which is perfectly acceptable though not totally ideal.
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