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Originally Posted by Grancey
Not color blind but I'm helpless when it comes to distinguishing between black and navy. Red sorts my socks on occasion, but most of the time I try to find the brightest daylight coming in and spread all the socks out to maybe see the difference. While shopping he always has to tell me if it's black or navy.
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I'm quite sure this is the only reason she keeps me around. If it weren't for me, she'd go strutting around every day with one black sock and one blue one. If she ever reaches the point in her life where she just doesn't care about that, I'm screwed.
On the other hand, I have sort of a psychological color blindness. What that means is that I can physically SEE the difference in all the colors, but I just don't care. They all have the same emotional impact on me, which is mostly nil. Grancey is constantly asking me which color I like better between two different things, and I have no answer.
"Should I wear the orange shirt or the purple one," she will ask, holding up both shirts.
Should wear? Should wear? Using what criteria? If she were going to a college football game, I could help with that. Otherwise, I got nothing. Having no clue whatsoever which color she "should" wear, I mentally flip a coin and say, "The purple one."
Then, she throws me a puzzled look and says, "Really?!? I though you would have picked the orange one..."
At that point, she will go upstairs and put on the orange one. It's as if she needs to hear what I think so she can safely go in the opposite direction. Usually, I just roll my eyes when her back is turned, and think, "That question is going ot get me seriously hurt someday."
At least, she has learned that although I may be able to physically sort her socks, there's no way in hell I could tell her which color looks better.