Things That Squeak

I can hear high pitched noises that other people can't. I don't like being in a group of people because their cell phones - in their pockets, purses, and backpacks - are screaming at me. And it's not just cell phones. At best it is annoying, at worst I become borderline psychotic. I've had security guards follow me out of buildings. I've acted irrationally to more salespeople than I'd like to admit.

I've learned to avoid and adjust.

But I also hear colors. Intense, saturated colors make a sound. They screech a horrible high-pitched squeak. Well, they do to me, anyway.

Most people would love this:

A front yard completely covered in bougainvillea

I love it too. Really, I do. I just can't look at it.