Posts Tagged ‘feeling

08
Jul
20

Color Quirks; Your Brain’s Response to Color

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I was just having lunch when one of my color quirks stopped me from eating and left me mildly nauseous.

What’s a color quirk? Well, it’s what I am currently calling a physical or emotional response to the sight of a color or color combo. And, I shall further explain with examples.

First of all, we each have a way of associating colors with feelings. And, I will ask you to fill in the blanks of this list:

When I am ___, I think of the color(s) ___ (and ___).

SAD =
HAPPY =
ANGRY =
SCARED =
PASSIONATE =
BRAVE =
SHY =
SILLY =
NAUSEOUS =

[For me, at this moment, it’s a SAD = faded or very dark blue; HAPPY = sunny yellow or a vibrant, rich leafy green; ANGRY = bold red; SCARED = yellow mustard or lime green; PASSIONATE = bright red, red-purple or silky black (has to have a sheen to it); BRAVE = brick red; SHY = cotton-candy pink; SILLY = oddly enough, the same colors I picked for SCARED, I think (not entirely sure at the moment); NAUSEOUS = pea-soup green, moldy yellow, liquid red (not so much red latex but a puddle or splatter of red) and/or a bright “loud” pink in excess, the sort of pink you’d see on the average Barbie doll outfit.]

Now, consider how certain combinations of colors might affect you.

For me, there is one sure-fire way for a date to turn me on, to consume me with sexual interest. She only needs to wear a red top paired with something short and made of blue denim, a denim skirt or shorts. Blue jeans/capri pants may also work. But, a denim skirt or shorts work best. And, why a red top? I don’t exactly know but suspect it has something to do with my astrology.

Just think of what characters you may know who wear that combo. Wonder Woman has a red bodice paired with blue skirt/panties/shorts (whatever the particular version of the character is wearing). One version of the anime character Cutey Honey also wears a red vest/halter top over blue pants (though the more womanly version of the 90s features her wearing blue over red).

[Zealot from Jim Lee’s WildCATS, who is also a favorite character you may notice on my About Me page, wears red (on top and bottom); I think there may be images of her in “civilian attire” wearing a red top with blue jeans.]

[Supergirl wears red and blue in the 90s Cutey Honey fashion, with blue on top, though the red cape is technically over her blue shoulders.]

[The original Ms. Marvel wore a similar combination of red and blue with her bright blonde hair.]

AAAnd, getting back to my unsettling lunch experience, I cannot calmly eat anything red on a bright/glossy white surface. Don’t serve me tomatoes, red peppers, ketchup…not even pink salmon…on a clean, glossy white plate or tray. It makes me highly nauseous!!! It’s like my aversion to blood and gore. My brain automatically sees a crime scene and cannot think about eating. It’s terrifying. And, it just happened, again, to me.
So…

Do YOU have any similar color quirks? What turns you on? What makes you ill? What other reactions do you get from certain color combos? Any “past life” or “deja vu” reactions? Please share them in comment section.

 

[You can find this and similar tidbits about me and my out-of-the-box thoughts in my Looking for Love and Happiness posts; look for the “dating profile” ones.]

09
May
16

Weird Stuff Goin’ On Here

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*Poof*  So, where was I?  Oh yeah.  Not like a good neighbor, I was down in my dungeon the other day with an empty plate sitting next to me on my bed.  I was trying to make some progress with my latest writing project when something made my butt shift.  The sound of the plate shattering on the hard floor at my feet stuck with me for a long while.  It was both harmonious and haunting.  I quickly thought of people breaking plates at a wedding.  What was that for, again?  Scaring off evil spirits?  Am I supposed to shout something like “Oh-pah!”?  Instead, I kept typing and thinking until I finally got up, got dressed and swept up the mess.

That was rare.  I can’t remember how long it’s been since I broke a plate or glass.

Then, just last night, I was sitting in my dungeon, again, trying to milk my tired brain, fill another page.  I decided to call it a night.  There was another empty plate on my bed.  I picked it up, intending to deliver it to the kitchen.  Some strange feeling came over me like a ghost holding my hand.  My fingers shook.  I blanked out for a second.  The plate slipped from my hand and shattered on the floor.  “Again?!” I groaned.  I couldn’t believe it.  Two plates in one weekend.

Is there some superstition attached to this?  Is the number of plates significant?  Does anyone know?  Should I just look it up online?

On top of this weirdness, I’ve been struggling with a bout of spring allergies and what seems to be some sort of head cold affecting different parts of the body, but primarily my nose and throat.  I am fighting a tickle cough and noticing my “alien arm” looking a tad more crooked/curved and painful to stretch.  Yet, I also have more strength and a desire to stretch it.

Weird.

31
Aug
15

New package, Same Product, Still Losers

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That’s a quote (I think) from Megatron in the second season of Beast Wars.

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It randomly comes to mind as I think about the concept of mail, letters, keeping in touch with those we care to converse but can’t quite reach by phone or in person for whatever reason.

I think back to a time when I first learned how to write a letter.  It was a very important matter that came in two varieties.  I wrote my first classmate as a pen pal, and we both laughed as if it was cute.  But, that didn’t last.  I wrote my first business letter and got one of the best surprises of my life.

The years roll by…and I would write letters in high school the way some kids pass notes in class.  No one really appreciated the effort.

More years roll by, and I see something in a magazine about pen pals.  I gave that a try.  And, lucky me, I met a gal who liked to doodle on envelopes the way I did.  We stayed in touch for a while.  But, I started to feel like I was back in grade school, only talking kid stuff and never really connecting with the person on what mattered at my “age.”  I needed more of a persona, mature connection, someone I could sit with and cry about adult matters.  Not a crazed toy and video game fan who only wanted to discuss the latest product as if she was working for the company.  So, I let that go.

Then came the age of the internet, and I learned the ropes of email and online chat.  I’ve approached countless strangers from around the globe and emailed a handful.  That handful comes and goes like the tide.  Faces change…heck, I don’t even get to see faces.  I didn’t see faces when I wrote on paper.  And, I don’t often see faces on the computer screen.  That much hasn’t changed.

But, what HAS changed is how–in this age of quick and easy responses–more time seems to escape me between contacts.  I go longer periods without hearing from someone I like and wonder if they haven’t just floated off into deep space or read something they didn’t care to read and took off like a scared gazelle.  I feel like I am stuck on an island sending out messages in a bottle.  And, how foolish I am to think I could keep speaking with any one who has the guts to respond just once.

Heck, it might even be my own fault sometimes….no, I do my part.  At least, until technology fails me.

How do I end this emotional rant?

How about…

Sincerely, the friend you haven’t met yet,

Writingbolt

15
Jul
14

No BODY Wants to Be Wrong

What’s wrong with a few curves? They just help you become a more WELL-ROUNDED person.

As for me, I’m a tad SQUARE. But, I brighten the room with my creativity and wit. I BRANCH out now and then. Just watch out for my ROUGH edges. They can be a little SHARP and result in CRITICAL injury. With faith and a trustworthy grip, you’ll prove a joyful MATCH and help keep the flame alive.

How do you hug a porcupine? You take a few pokes while disarming him with your charm and humbling honesty.




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