A Humble Introduction of A Recluse

"Hello, I am Ricardo. What is your name? And the meaning?"
"..." (insert your name here)
"But I will definitely forget it in an hour or half, so introduce yourself to me again when the time comes, please?"

These are the combos of what I always say when meeting someone new. Not a very good first impression, eh? A geeky nerdy dork or an absent-minded self-absorbed professor? Irritating for some and annoying for the others? I swear everyone that I've came personally to discuss about this weakness said that I just need some more time to socialize and be the butterfly or that everyone else is just like me, so "no worry be happy". Bullshit.

Luckily, about 2 weeks ago, I've got across something that could explain it all. I am just a  visually oriented person, in the simplest term: I can remember your faces but not your names. In addition, I am very very visually oriented, to a degree that my brain is addicted to visual stimulus such as a vivid imagination and a well-made picture (I could stare at a drawing for hours, enjoying every pixels of it!). But that's not all.

For some unbeknownst reasons, at early age my brain linked every other senses to the visual cortex, making me a synesthetic product of nature. I could literally see the colour of Beethoven's Symphonies, the colour of a touch on my knee, the colour of the sourness of a glass of orange juice, in short: the colours of most sensations. Confused? Me too! It just quite hard to say it all in one go. It's like explaining a colour of a cat to a born-blind person, that other than the meowing voice and the softness of the fur, actually the cat have "colours and a 3D-shape".

Personally, I'm grateful to be living in this condition. I could enjoy and memorize most of everything better than other people do (other than names of course haha!). In fact, I could rarely get bored because I could always find something good in any condition. There are drawbacks of course, but I consider them minor, such as my solitary, frantic, and head-in-the-cloud attitude, which are the fruits of my silent reveries when sitting alone in a bench and absorbing the colours of nature.