I was recently reminded everyone looks at the world differently.
Then I felt the full weight of it.
It came from the most unlikely of places.
Are you team Yanny or team Laurel?
FTR, I’m a Yanny.
The debate circled me all day on social.
But it was an All Things Considered story that made me think.
The guest explained the science — high pitch vs. low pitch.
It was fascinating.
Two people can hear the same clip and yet interpret it completely differently.
Two people can look at the same dress and see something different.
Two people should sense the same thing.
But they don’t.
“That’s why eyewitnesses are so unreliable. People see things differently,” Adam said.
I know it’s true.
It’s in the back of my mind somewhere.
But who really stops to think about that?
How can you see differently?
What else am I hearing differently?
What am I seeing that you’re not?
The debate coincided with more baby mama drama.
No, she didn’t got to the doctor yet.
Despite having an appointment Monday.
And yes, she wants more money for everything.
I still want to scream.
It feels like we are being punished for someone else’s bad life decisions.
What if she is team Laurel?
She didn’t make poor life decisions.
She entered into a contract with a couple for a service.
She has rights to make demands on that contact.
Yanny wants to say get a job.
Buy your own food.
Hell, sign up for some government assistance.
But things look different when you’re Laurel.
It’s not even two sides to the same coin.
Or walking a mile in someone’s shoes.
It’s two wildly different world views through the same set of eyes.
I’m fixated on one thing.
So is she.
It’s the same thing.
It’s a baby.
It’s a paycheck.
Maybe I’m just blind.
That damn dress is white and gold.
My filter is me.
I don’t understand her filter.
But I’m working on it.
134 days and counting.