Okay, is there something wrong with my brain? When I look at this picture, there seems to be a recess in my monitor. That blue bottom left corner seems to sink in, like the word is written a centimeter behind the screen. I can't keep myself from seeing it. I feel like I could tilt my head to the left and right and the word would move. Thankfully, it doesn't. Am I the only one?
Probably an unintentional optical illusion. You're not going insane (probably), your brain does the best it can to process information, sometimes it just gets it wrong.
I get the sinking effect too, I think it's an optical illusion due to the word in the blue box being just a fraction lower than the word in the green box (I got a ruler and checked).
if it make you feel any better... for some reason i cant process certain blues. Neon blue, the blues that are on digital clocks... even text written on a blue background like that. it makes words look SUPER blurry to me (forget about signs with neon blue lights, i cant read it at all!). I dont get the "sinking" feeling when I look at the picture. It just looks like the text is smudged really bad and i need my glasses.
Okay, you jokers. I'm satisfied that it's purely illusion. I suppose I'm used to false perspective tricks on paper. I've never seen one that works solely on color. It gives me a headache looking at it. I wonder if it's a right/left brain focus trick? Like it says something about your perceptive tendencies. Sometimes I think I'm winding down. Early onset dementia, shaking nerves. My typing has been going downhill fast. You'll notice it in the posts I don't edit. I've been typing a lot lately on stories, 1500-2000 words a day, and it's just crushing me. Last week I thought there was a phantom smell. That's a sign of Alzheimer's. Turns out it was only someone in the lounge microwaving curry. I am relearning my typing. I think if I do a year long refresher with some of these online sites, my skills will come back.
Cool colors (blue being the coolest) recede visually, and warm ones (red, yellow, orange) come forward. Also, darker colors will seem farther away and light ones closer. You've got both going on here at the same time. There's also the fact that the blue is nearly as dark as the black lettering, which stands out sharply against the other colors.
I don't know how serious you are about any of this, or your age (I'm not asking). But I can definitely say somewhere in my mid to late 30's I slowed down. You know the scene from Lethal Weapon (crap, can't remember which sequel it was! —I think it was 2) where Mel Gibson said he was slowing down? Crap, I also can't remember what he said anymore, but at the time that scene played out in my head frequently. I do remember THAT. In fact, I was working at a fast food place at the time, where I was known for being extremely fast and efficient, and suddenly I lost it overnight. I mean, not completely, but there was a noticeable diminishment. I was afraid it was early onset Alzheimer's, but it wasn't (or if it was, it's not as bad as I thought ). Of course I got no end of crap from the rest of the crew about it, calling me grandpa and asking me if I remember my name etc. At any rate, yeah, you slow down and kinda lose your edge at the edge of your 40's, and when it happens it feels like the end. But after a while you get used to it and it becomes the new normal, and every once in a while you'll look back and sigh and think 'remember when I was so damn sharp and on the ball?' If your'e a regretful person you'll probably dwell on it and make it way worse than it is. I take things in stride and just keep on going, so it was just a speed bump. Well, a speed bump where on the far side you drop a few inches and it doesn't come back up again. But meh, whatevs. It's just the way it is, ya know?
Hell with that. I'm 42 and I feel like a righteous freight train barreling down Ass Kick Avenue! (the big ass manhattan I just drank is probably helping... anyone see where I put my socks?)
Oh, I should also add, get on an exercise program and eat halfway decently. It improves the mind as well as the body. Edit—for some people I'm sure it happens much later (and maybe earlier for some). And Homey*, did you check in your Manhattan for your socks? That might be why it tastes that way... * Was trying to write Homer.
Here's the scene: Come on, say it with me guys—"We're not too old for this shit." I'm not gonna buy a hemorrhoid cushion!
I don’t have any trouble reading stuff in neon blue, but the colour itself stirs an emotion in me. Not an unpleasant one, I might add, but I can’t pin down why it affects me this way.
just an observation from someone in their 60s. Anytime someone asked if they were crazy in life, they usually were. The difference between youth and old age; you know that little voice that tells you things, like don't do that, this might be a scam, sounds like their lying, youth argues with it, old age listens to it.
Back in the 1970-80s, pop art using ultra-violet "black light" to generate brilliant fluorescent colours, used the illusion to make 3D pictures. There was no doubt which object was in front of or behind another. The explanation at the time was that the different wavelengths of light focused at different focal points in the eye, creating an illusion of depth. Maybe.
Then I'm crazy and I'm proud! @OP, this is happening, in part, because of the tiny subtle shadow on the vertical dividing line that's running up the center of the quadrants.
It's funny that this thread came back to life today. I've been toying with writing a novel based on this Jungian stuff (notice the caption under that picture) and just started chapter 1. I have no character arcs yet. Well, I sort of do. I have an understanding of the MC in a very broad sense because I wrote a short story with him. It's posted online here. Right now I'm just playing with a true chapter 1 opening scene to get the feel of where it wants to go. Then I'll step back and build an outline. I'm either using the "Snowflake" outline scheme, which is so silly that I love it, or Bell's "Plot from the Middle." Maybe both.
