[mingle, dinnerparty, being nice and polite, or so they say]
- My name is Pontus, Stina’s brother. Nice to meet you.
Hello, I’m Josefin, nice to mee…
- Oh, I know about you! I heard you're colorblind, that's hilarius! I mean since you want to be a painter and all…
Well, that’s what…
- So what color is that? [teasing]
Red, but what I’m trying to say is that I can….
- And what about this?
It’s blue, the thing is that….
- What color i...
Green [strong voice]
I can see I’m not blind. Please listen to…
- Why you say you’re colorblind when you can tell the colors apart?
I am colorblind, but there’s…
- I get it, only some colors appear as grey…
Just listen, it’s…
- So does this look like grey to you?
No… It’s just some colors that blend together, so I…
- Wow, you mean it’s like living in a psycodelic world all the time?
Yeah… sure…
[breaking eyecontact, giving a slight smile, walking away]
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I've had many conversations similar to this in my life... it's not so easy to understand that being colorblind doesn't mean that you can't see colors... especially if you just doesn't wanna listen...
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