Wow, Panache45, are we related? I find grey-greens & green-greys really frustrating because everyone else says, “Oh, that’s just grey.” What? Nooooo! It’s green to me! ARGH!
I can also tell what color die was used to produce a piece of black fabric. I HATE black fabrics based on green dies. The brown ones are ok, the blue ones are the best looking in my opinion.
I have acquired pitch - I can remember certain notes and then work out what note I’m hearing from there. It’s totally useless, and because I haven’t played in years, I’m really slow at it now.
I have a really good audial memory. When I was tested for ADD a couple years back I blew the top off the test for an exercise where the tester said aloud a series of letters and numbers. I had to repeat them back to her, but in alpha then numeric order. For example, if she said d6s9a2, then the correct answer is ads269. The test only goes up to combos of 6 letters and 6 digits, so we stopped there. Evidently the tester had never heard of anyone getting past 5 letters & 5 digits.
This audial memory thing also allows me to take verbatim notes from lectures if I want to. But if I do that, I don’t absorb any of the lecture, I’m just a human transcription machine. It’s a trick not a skill. It’s also not a lot of fun! I’d much rather sit & think about what’s being said.
Oh, and yep, I have ADD, I’m slightly dyslexic and I have dyscalculia. This peculair conglomeration of stuff produced someone who has an English MA and can’t spell or edit her own writing. I got advanced math, but was crap at basic math. I still have trouble counting change unless I touch each coin, one piece at a time.
I gave myself a lisp. I’m quite serious. When I was about 5, I decided that sounding like a snake would be cool. Before that time, only my R’s were off. After (and to this day) my S’s are off too. True story.
Also, I have read all of my books. Therefore, I can never read them again, because I remember them too well. Every jot and tittle.
Some of you talk about constructing worlds and adventures in daydreams–I construct new and interesting (to me) sports, and leagues–professional, amateur, semi-pro, international, continental, college, etc.–and simulate entire seasons either with my hands and some ball-like object (cotton ball, pen cap, etc.) or with a somewhat complex system of mathematical equations on my Palm.
I’ve stopped doing the simulating seasons thing because it was keeping me up late at night and distracting me all day long–it was seriously an addiction, and I could at one point tell you all of the championship teams in order with their strengths and weaknesses. I still can, if I try hard enough. I could analyze the league in my head like a TV commentator; the only thing missing was individual players, because the math would’ve been too complicated to figure out who scores the goals, who makes the passes, etc. Although I have worked in trading, without having the individual players to do it. Nevertheless, it was pretty serious.
I get this too. I’m really bad with eye and hair color because if something is kind of blurring a line between one and another, I can’t pick it up. The concept of “gray eyes” absolutely bewilders me, too. Of all the eyes I’ve seen in my life I can’t think of any I would dream of calling gray, but my girlfriend insists she has gray eyes and my mom does too. I don’t have a clue what it means.
I too have been diagnosed with ADD, but I think it’s a load of arse cause I’m doing better by a long stretch now, without meds, than I ever did with meds.