Clothes and No Clothes
I did laundry today, folded and hung up my clothes, looked into my closet, and felt an acute emptiness and lack of inspiration. I want all new clothes. I feel that mine are taxed, worn, and familiar.
Usually my shopping is based on need, this is all I can afford, but I fear nothing will do but a complete wardrobe overhaul. I want new pants, shirts, sweaters, jackets, coats, shoes, underwear. I am only satisfied with my socks at the moment. And my ties.
With luck thrifting will be fruitful and yeild a few cheap, magical items of clothing. You know the ones. Those one or two new articles that somehow make the rest of your wardrobe feel brand new in association. I can only imagine.
In complete opposition of this desire is one to strip my life of all pretense and bullshit. To do away with tangent friends and acquaintances, to eliminate idle conversation, jokes, coy insults, and all the other blather that fills up the down time in my life. What would I then spend my down time doing though? Probably playing video games.
Usually my shopping is based on need, this is all I can afford, but I fear nothing will do but a complete wardrobe overhaul. I want new pants, shirts, sweaters, jackets, coats, shoes, underwear. I am only satisfied with my socks at the moment. And my ties.
With luck thrifting will be fruitful and yeild a few cheap, magical items of clothing. You know the ones. Those one or two new articles that somehow make the rest of your wardrobe feel brand new in association. I can only imagine.
In complete opposition of this desire is one to strip my life of all pretense and bullshit. To do away with tangent friends and acquaintances, to eliminate idle conversation, jokes, coy insults, and all the other blather that fills up the down time in my life. What would I then spend my down time doing though? Probably playing video games.