My 5th Favorite Color

While sitting outside the bishop’s office today, this topic came up in conversation a couple times today, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise when this was the idea I was given when I asked what I should write about. What is my favorite color? How am I supposed to know? I’m colorblind!

That was always my response when colors come into the conversation. It was a good conversation starter back when I went to stake dances as a teenager. It was especially useful when the more random girls would ask while we were dancing, “What’s your fifth favorite color?” or “What color is your toothbrush?” And then the girls would always act astonished and unbelieving.

Then they would start quizzing me. Just like everyone would. First they would start with something simple like “What color is George Washington’s white horse?” Someone always pipes in about now and claims I’m not colorblind because I know what color George Washington’s white horse was.

Eventually it comes out that I can’t see purple. At all. That’s when everyone in the vicinity starts searching for something purple, and asking what I see instead. When I say I see blue because I don’t see the red in purple, the very next thing I am always quizzed on is some guy’s blue shirt. Of course guys don’t wear purple. I’m colorblind. I ain’t stupid.

But why am I writing this anyway? Most of you all know exactly what I’m talking about because it happens to you, too.