Imagine living in a world where everybody sees black and white and shades of gray — and you realize that you’re different from everyone else, because you see the world in vivid colors instead.
The experience of color is amazing, but how frustrating would it be if you couldn’t explain to others what you saw? What if others didn’t understand, because they had no frame of reference? How painful would it be to want to share that experience of color — but you couldn’t share it with anyone? How lonely would that be?
For much of my early life, I assumed everyone experienced emotions in the same intense ways that I do. When I discovered otherwise, I was confused and struggled to explain how my interior experience of painful emotion works. I’ve almost given up, because so few are even interested.
I was reminded of this again tonight because of what I felt during a movie. It was just a run-of-the-mill romantic comedy, so it’s not something most people would have seen as intensely emotional, but interaction between two characters struck me in that oddly intense way. Two characters each experienced painful longing for the other, even though they couldn’t be together.

I have a history of ignoring signs that warn me it’s time for change
Openly gay people in U.S. military? So what? I have no objections
Why do tax dollars fund lavish lifestyles for bureaucrats?
I don’t understand YouTube fame, but I’m drawn toward it anyway
Political satire works best when exaggerated truth is at its core
In a sane world, everyone would think and act exactly the way I do
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Politicians, empires come and go; only love and nature will endure