I’ve sat by recently and watched the pandemonium about the dress. If you haven’t heard, this random piece of clothing stirred up the internet because the fabric, which was proven to be blue and black, could also be interpreted as being white and gold. And all the while, I thought to myself: “Aw. How cute.”

You all live your lives in this happy, little bubble of colors looking like they should. Then this dress comes along, causing utter fascination, challenging your eyes for the first time. But for me, this is a daily occurrence.

I am what the normal people call colorblind. No, that does not mean that I can’t distinguish the colors on a stoplight. Yes, your shirt is obviously red. But to that point, I still don’t see colors correctly.

My main issue comes in shades. Personally, I am most affected by blue and purple, red and orange and green and brown. But my condition knows no limits, and I often find myself confusing pink with purple, to name one example.

I’m certainly not the most colorblind person in the world. After all, I can make out clear distinctions. However, that does not invalidate my perspective.

I recently found myself fascinated with my condition. The idea that my eyes are lying can bring about incredibly worrying consequences. I also love that colors are not definite. There’s a well-known adage about seeing a different red than other people and acknowledging the fact that we can never prove which is the “real” red. You can debate that with your pure-eyed friends all you want, but I literally see different colors than everyone else.

The thing is, I actually love being colorblind. I don’t really mind having some little deficiency. It doesn’t actually obstruct my ability to understand the world or comprehend the important parts of life. Rather, it gives me a unique viewpoint that most people don’t understand. I love being able to stand out from the crowd, and personally, I find that being colorblind helps me to achieve that.

So when it comes to the dress debacle, I guess it’s good that people can understand what it’s like to be this uncertain about a color. Sure, there’s an actual, scientific answer to why we perceive different colors, and yes, there is a definite, correct answer. But I’d rather not ruin it. I like the uncertainty.

By the way, the dress is obviously blue and brown.