The English language has always fascinated me and, partially, for a reason I didn't even recognize until I was in my 20s.
I have Colour Grapheme Synaesthesia which, very basically, means that I see letters in colour and, also, words in colour. My sister also has it, to an extent, but not to the same degree that I do, apparently.
As children, we were often chided for arguing about the colours of the days of the week instead of going to sleep at night. To me, Monday is brown. To my sister, it's a different colour. I thought everyone saw letters and words in colour, so di