Yellow Socks

Everybody relies on their senses to communicate with each other. But what if these senses weren't calibrated? What if what was green to me would be orange to you? Sweet was salty? There wouldn't be a way to compare, I wouldn't be able to say, "Jean-Paul, that sock is yellow" because although that sock is actually red (My red, not yours.) to him, he compares it to the yellow that he knows. Which is red. Get it?
And with all of these preferences, because everybody has to be different, nobody has a standard. Jean might love sweet foods, while I might love bitter foods. However, because the connotation of bitter is negative, I might assume that sweet is everyone elses' bitter. My taste buds could detect bitterness, while someone else could eat the same thing and detect sweet. How queer.

These simple adjectives are developed by what we assume as infants. (Which may be entirely incorrect.) The entire world is like that. In fact, our imaginations are limited to what we know. Everything is questionable, you see? But I'll save all of that for another post.

rheeeeak (12:05:22 AM): shouldn't you be out playing with firecrackers instead of this crap?
solarpoweredspaz (12:05:27 AM): Lol
solarpoweredspaz (12:06:12 AM): That's Viet, who make a bigger deal out of Chinese New Year's than the Chinese do.
rheeeeak (12:06:27 AM): LOL.
solarpoweredspaz (12:06:32 AM): Party animals.
rheeeeak (12:06:39 AM): that's so true.