When you say words, I see colours

My second post about what lies deep in my psyche. (click here for first) 

Involuntary like tourette's (bu a gay, rainbow, unicorn edition), my condition makes my day brighter. Every sentence said to me feels* like an acid trip.
* I say feel because I do not necessarily see the colours right before my eyes. More like a presence, like the eyes of a stranger staring at the back of my head.

Anesthesia: no sensation.
Synesthesia: joined sensation. A very close and quick overlap between a sequence of two or more representational systems such as “see/feel” (feelings overlap with what is seen).

Although with this syndrome comes a slight obsessive compulsive disorder. If a word does not have a colour, I begin to feel threatened and vulnerable. My brain cannot comprehend it; the word naked and isolated. I am mentally driven to dress this word with something that will suit it perfectly. Only then can I move on with my daily activities.

When I was younger I used to match my Sims names with their outfits. Penelope, the model, would always wear pink. Martha and Theo, politicans, would only be seen in blue. Building blocks with the alphabet on them? Never matched up to the corresponding colour and hence became the stimulus of many, many tantrums.

You have colour, I have a colour. Everything has colour, and will provide me with constant entertainment throughout my life.

Read more here - Wikipedia forever, bitches.

Buzz