Short Stories On Odyssey: Color Blind

Short Stories On Odyssey: Color Blind

All she saw was they world in grey... until he came along.


Ever since she was younger, she was color blind. Similar to how dogs see the world, she could only see shades of grey. As she grew up it was just something she had become accustomed to. Nothing really wrong with it, she learned to love it, in fact. Seeing the world in a way no one else around her could. Finding the beauty in the darkness; this was her life. She'd never known anything other than the greys of the world.

Somehow, things were so normal in her grey world, that she never truly wondered about the other "colors" people could see. Although they had been described to her, she couldn't truly picture them. She found serenity in her greys, regardless of everyone else's color.

Fast forward a few years and she is in college now. Still in her own little world of greys but meeting tons of new people. At this point, she was so concentrated on her new life and school, she forgot all about being color blind.

Until one day.

Sitting around campus was her favorite past time. Not seeing color had never phased her until someone passed by, and all she saw was color. Vibrant new views of blue, green, and yellow...all of her favorite descriptions exploding out of one person...but only him.

While at first, she did not act upon seeing these colors for the first time, she continuously saw him around campus. In her whole world of grey, his colors stand out completely. Everywhere she went she saw him, his beautiful shades of blue, green, and yellow.

She never understood the world in color...but now, that is all she can think about. These colors and why he is the only one she can see them in. Her whole world was grey until he came along.

Once she finally worked up the nerve to talk to him, she saw what she was missing out on. These colors were different aspects of his personality, emotions, and memories. When she learned this, she began questioning what colors radiated from her...were they similar to his and that's why she could only see his colors? Did she not radiate at all to those who saw the world in color? Whatever it is, she didn't want it to change.

It didn't take long for her to grow closer to the boy, and he had no problem with this. He helped her to understand the world and its colors in new ways she had never thought about before.

Although she remained color blind to most of the world, she also remained by his side, and for the rest of her days, she saw the world in three new shades. Mainly grey, but with subtle hints of blue, green, and yellow. This boy had turned her life around.

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I'm The Girl Without A 'Friend Group'

And here's why I'm OK with it


Little things remind me all the time.

For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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A Poem: My Mother

In honor of Mother's Day, that was on the 12th, here is a poem dedicated to my mother.


To the only person who can be my mentor, friend, and leader at the same time

To someone who would make me read my own books before bedtime

And puts everything down to make sure there is a smile on my face

To the person that I find impossible to ever replace.

Somehow you are always right even when it seems wrong

And when the worst does happen, how do you still manage to stay so strong?

I'm not only impressed but inspired by you

Knowing that somehow you'll always know me better than I do.

When I'm frustrated and annoy you, you simply try to understand me

Because you have always told me that even when you can't understand, plain acceptance is the key

You have listened to all my laughs, heard me cry, and felt my emotions like they were your own

You are the only reason I am joyous and the security I need to know that I am never alone.

To the only person who has truly taught me how to live

And watched me grow and make mistakes yet still knows how to forgive

Because that's who she is, certainly not like any other

There are many women but none like my own mother.

Happy Mother's Day!

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