I always dreaded that day in elementary school when I’d go down to the nurse’s office for my eye exam.
The nurse would flip through that colorblindness chart, the one with the colored circles with numbers in them, and… yeah.
The blue ones were easy, but then came that page with the Red Circle of Failure:
They tell me the number is “25.” I tell you “They’re just red freaking dots.”
“Ok, Matthew. What number do you see here?”
“It’s a red circle.”
“Yes, and what’s the number?”
“Red is not a number.”
“Circle. Zero. Zero is like a circle.”
“Can I go back to class? We’re doing spelling, and I’m the best at spelling. I’m gonna spell when I grow up. Red circles are for stupids.”
When the nurse told Mom what I said, Mom made it clear that “stupids” wasn’t a word.
Only after that would she say that it’s not right to call people ”stupid.”
Apparently, in our home, our motto was “Grammar before empathy.”
Color deficiencies are stupid.