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Color blindness, or color vision deficiency, in humans is the inability to perceive differences between some or all colors that other people can distinguish...Color blindness is usually classed as a disability.
For almost the last two and a half decades I have witnessed, first hand, one of the most vicious, most devastating diseases mankind has ever laid its eyes on. For the last 24 years, 8 months, and 14 days I have been living in shame, embarrassment,and angry pain. Since I was conceived on a cold night in the second month of the One-thousandth nine-hundredth and eighty-first year, I have been color blind!
It was not, IT has not been a easy road for this color blind, finally-comfortable-with-himself, man. I have looked hatred in the eye, yet I do not know what color hatred is. I have looked physical pain in the eye, yet I do not know what color physical pain is.
As a young child I said, "Momma, what color is that balloon?" She replied, "Blue." I said, "Momma, I don't see blue, fore, I have never seen the color blue. I don't see any colors." With water trickling from my dark-brown, swelling eyes I turned to look at my mothers face. But she was no longer next to me. She was running, running away from me. In the distance, I heard her yell, "Freak!"
The purpose of this entry is to show that the majority CBP (color blind people) are NOT a bunch of bed wedding, knife wielding, serial killing, puppy eating freaks. We CAN grow to love and be loved. We can be part of a community. We can find a stable job. We can even stop wetting the bed, with enough patience, practice, and fear.
Please, do your part. Please send donations to the CBPofAmerica. You can send me the loot, er, donation and I will
This entry was posted by Geoff, on
Tuesday, July 25, 2006.
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2:43 AM
I know this will sound creepy since I am just this random guy who happens to comment on your blog since around last Christmas when you mentioned something about being in love with old Christmas cartoons. However, you just got sooooo much cooler in my opinion. I am also a member of CBP! (And also someone who enjoys run on sentences apparently.) If you didn't live around two thousand miles away from me I would say we would be BFFs. (Yes, I did just use that term for the first time in my entire life. In an ironic and completely heterosexual way, mind you.)
My friends keep threatening to buy this shirt http://www.tshirthell.com/store/product.php?productid=559 and wear it around me. It also doesn't help being in a field where choosing color is somewhat important to day by day chores. I'm sorry if I can't tell the subtle difference between "Palm Green" and "Grass Green" in our Ad markers boss lady! One day I know all of us CBP's will rise up and conquer the color seeing ones! I look forward to that day like none other. Until then, we can take comfort in Arrested Development.
PS. If your next post declares your love for Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale and the Anaheim Angels I'll know you are secretly a spy working for the US government.
3:16 PM
Haha. You are the creepy random guy, but you are the only creepy random guy who reads my blog. I know of only two other people who read what I write, and I personally know them.
That tshirt is great because I can't see what it says. I'm not in the same field as you but I like to mess around with design and what not; it is a bitch not knowing the subtle difference between blue and purple.
I'm hoping for the AD movie.
It might come as a disappointment, but in my next entry I won't be writing about my love of SNCA because I don't drink. I also don't care too much for the angels, (i do love all the philly sports teams, some more than others) but I do love "Angels in the Outfield." Does that count?