I woke up today and my truck was blue. The truck I bought was black. Everything else about it is the same as it was when I went to sleep the night before. It was tuned to the same radio station, my sunglasses were clipped to the visor, and it even had my coffee cup from the morning before. Yet, it was black instead of blue.
As if I didn't have enough of a problem trying to remember just why I couldn't remember what my real middle name was. Now my truck is a completely different color than I remember it being. Hell, I bought the truck in black because I thought it looked cool. I don't even like the color blue. Why would I buy a blue truck?
I didn't buy a blue truck; I bought a black truck. But who's going to believe that? I even checked the registration and the title and both say the truck is blue. I've considered going back to the dealership that I got it from and asking the guy who sold it to me. Why waste the time, though? I already know he's going to claim that he sold me a blue truck when he didn't. It was a black truck that I bought, yet here I am, the not-so proud owner of a blue truck.
The worst part about all of this is that I feel so alone. Who's going to believe me if I tell them that my middle name is different when apparently it's not? Who's going to believe me that my truck is a different color? If I start making too big of a deal about it I'm going to end up in a mental institution.
But I'm not crazy. I can't explain what is happening to me, but that doesn't make me crazy. Maybe someone is pulling a huge prank on me? Maybe I've got some kind of sickness that is causing me to forget things about myself?
Want to know the worst part about it? I specifically bought a black leather jacket to match my truck. The jacket is still black, yet the truck is blue. I couldn't have made up that reason, could I? Why would I buy a black jacket to match my black truck if the truck was blue? I'm not colorblind. And I'm not an idiot.
Maybe I am just going crazy. But something feels different, once again.