Hat?!?
If anyone saw me around campus this past winter or the winter before they would have noticed that I could be easily be poited out as the guy with a bright blue scarf and an Andean hat. I loved that hat with a passion. I first bought it when I went on a high school trip to Peru. I thought that it was the best thing ever since it was iconic of Peru. It was made out of alpaca wool. It was itchy as hell at first, so I never wore it. When my trip in Peru ended and I returned home, the hat was forever gone in my drawer. I was riduculed for waering it. So I never used it. occasionally though the urge got to me and I wore it around the house. It was still as itchy as hell. I could swear it might have been doused with iching powder or lice! But it was just the wool. Eventually the itchiness went away.
Then my college experience began and the hat was there to join me. I had no idea why I packed it if I only wore it every now and then. but I was determined to wear it. My philosophy was that if was worthy of taking space in the luggage (which is the only way I transport from home to college), then I had to use it, wear it, etc. So I busted out the hat one day and just wore it. This action was received with some giggles and some razzing from fellow floormates, but I liked the hat. It had grown on me. Shortly after it became part of my night apperal as the nights began getting colder. And then it happened! Snow. Cold. Windchill! These were forces that were vaguely known to me as a LA Basin inhabitant. Sure I knew of them and their capabilities. But this was the first time that I had to endure them in my everyday environment. So the hat then became a more common facet of my winter apparel. This fashion continued up until the tragic day towards the end of the first semester on my sophmore year.
The hat fell victim to my most dreaded enemy: My BAd MEMORY! I was in a bathroom at one of the school's building. I placed the hat to wash my hands and fix my hair. I walked out and did not realize that I had left the hat behind. I spent some time in the building before heading out into the cold. As I insticntly reached to get my hat from my jacket's wide pockets I realized it wasn;t there. "Hmmm..." I thought to myself. Then I padded myself down in a frantic manner. nothing. The hat wasn;t anywhere on me. I quickly retraced my steps and went to the bathroom. The cleaning lady was there. "Oh, benevolent cleaning lady," I timidly said with full distraught, "have you per chance seen a hat? A beannie of sorts? You see my head it is naked and the cold will eat at my scalp causing my hair to fall in horror. It is crucial that this hat of mine is found." The lady gave me that no hat was reported lost and she had not seen such a thing. I briskly powered walk to the Information desk and implored the attendant to bare me with the fantastic news that someone came and placed the hat in the lost and found section. Unfortunately for me all that was lost was a glove, some knic-knacks, and whatnots. The whatnots seemed like I something I could've of made use of, but they weren't mine. To claim them would be hainous on my behalf. Hypocritical too. I wanted my hat. I eventually gave up and the hat was not found by me! My head was baren and it would be some time before the hat would be replaced by the Bright Blue NYC Beannie. Why do I reminece (sp?) on this?
Well, today the college I'm currently staying at had a themed dinner: Mexican Cantina. About one table away from mine one guy was wearing my hat!!!! I could swear it was mine!!! I'm almost, fully, no-doubt-about-it, sure that it was mine. But it couldn't be. I lost mine in a bathroom in the US. This hat was being worn by a guy half-way across the world in Australia. but I couldn't let it rest. I kept looking back at the hat. Was it mine? It has the same color scheme. It has the same designs. it has to be it. What are the chances that he has a hat just like it? Very big, I know. but I so wanted it to be mine. at one point I was so convinced that it was mine that I was ready to go over to him and ask him almost accusivetively, "where did you get that hat?" But then it hit me that I lost mine (see previous rant section). I gave a deep sigh and continued to eat my heavily dairy filled dinner. Not only was a fresh wound opened, but now I would have lactose-intolorant induced discomforts. What a world, what cruel , cruel world.
:)
Then my college experience began and the hat was there to join me. I had no idea why I packed it if I only wore it every now and then. but I was determined to wear it. My philosophy was that if was worthy of taking space in the luggage (which is the only way I transport from home to college), then I had to use it, wear it, etc. So I busted out the hat one day and just wore it. This action was received with some giggles and some razzing from fellow floormates, but I liked the hat. It had grown on me. Shortly after it became part of my night apperal as the nights began getting colder. And then it happened! Snow. Cold. Windchill! These were forces that were vaguely known to me as a LA Basin inhabitant. Sure I knew of them and their capabilities. But this was the first time that I had to endure them in my everyday environment. So the hat then became a more common facet of my winter apparel. This fashion continued up until the tragic day towards the end of the first semester on my sophmore year.
The hat fell victim to my most dreaded enemy: My BAd MEMORY! I was in a bathroom at one of the school's building. I placed the hat to wash my hands and fix my hair. I walked out and did not realize that I had left the hat behind. I spent some time in the building before heading out into the cold. As I insticntly reached to get my hat from my jacket's wide pockets I realized it wasn;t there. "Hmmm..." I thought to myself. Then I padded myself down in a frantic manner. nothing. The hat wasn;t anywhere on me. I quickly retraced my steps and went to the bathroom. The cleaning lady was there. "Oh, benevolent cleaning lady," I timidly said with full distraught, "have you per chance seen a hat? A beannie of sorts? You see my head it is naked and the cold will eat at my scalp causing my hair to fall in horror. It is crucial that this hat of mine is found." The lady gave me that no hat was reported lost and she had not seen such a thing. I briskly powered walk to the Information desk and implored the attendant to bare me with the fantastic news that someone came and placed the hat in the lost and found section. Unfortunately for me all that was lost was a glove, some knic-knacks, and whatnots. The whatnots seemed like I something I could've of made use of, but they weren't mine. To claim them would be hainous on my behalf. Hypocritical too. I wanted my hat. I eventually gave up and the hat was not found by me! My head was baren and it would be some time before the hat would be replaced by the Bright Blue NYC Beannie. Why do I reminece (sp?) on this?
Well, today the college I'm currently staying at had a themed dinner: Mexican Cantina. About one table away from mine one guy was wearing my hat!!!! I could swear it was mine!!! I'm almost, fully, no-doubt-about-it, sure that it was mine. But it couldn't be. I lost mine in a bathroom in the US. This hat was being worn by a guy half-way across the world in Australia. but I couldn't let it rest. I kept looking back at the hat. Was it mine? It has the same color scheme. It has the same designs. it has to be it. What are the chances that he has a hat just like it? Very big, I know. but I so wanted it to be mine. at one point I was so convinced that it was mine that I was ready to go over to him and ask him almost accusivetively, "where did you get that hat?" But then it hit me that I lost mine (see previous rant section). I gave a deep sigh and continued to eat my heavily dairy filled dinner. Not only was a fresh wound opened, but now I would have lactose-intolorant induced discomforts. What a world, what cruel , cruel world.
:)