shopping woes
I usually kind of like my body. Even though it's finicky about what I feed it, and sometimes irritable with all the drugs I have to put into it, for the most part it serves me well. It's warm and cuddly. Even though I wish it had more muscle on it (my own fault, admittedly) people compliment me on it all the time.
SO WHY CAN'T I FIND JUST ONE FUCKING PAIR OF PANTS THAT FIT????
There is nothing that makes me feel like a freak of nature more than shopping for pants. I went to several places today, looking for just a fucking pair of pants. I could not find even one pair in my size. Nothing even close.
It's very hard to find clothes for me that fit me. Makes me feel even more like 1) I have a weirdly shaped body, and 2) I would be much happier if I could just be naked all the time. I was looking because I don't really have anything appropriate to wear to a funeral, and I'm going to Rich's memorial services tomorrow. So it looks like I will probably have to wear my black jeans, and whatever shirt I can find when I head out again in a few minutes. (Somehow, I feel like Rich would be amused. Even more amused if I wore the rest of the ensemble that I usually wear with those jeans, but that so isn't happening.)
(I know, I've had all week to look. But it wouldn't really matter; it seems like the results are always the same, whether I look during the week or on a weekend.)
By the time I hit Sears at Rhode Island Mall, my last stop before giving up, I was pretty much ready to sell my body to whoever could find a pair of pants that would fit it.
Apparently, my waist size is quite unusual (30 inches). And for those special guys with my waist size, the normal inseam is also 30 inches, which is too short for me. I did not find a single pair of pants with a 34 inch inseam. I used to pretend to myself that the reason there weren't ever any pants in my size was that there were so many guys my size that stores couldn't stock enough to meet demand. But in looking around at the other men today, I know that's a load of crap.
Sometimes I don't like being unique.
I guess until I get rich and famous (or at least rich) and can afford custom made clothing, I will just have to put up with being frustrated.
SO WHY CAN'T I FIND JUST ONE FUCKING PAIR OF PANTS THAT FIT????
There is nothing that makes me feel like a freak of nature more than shopping for pants. I went to several places today, looking for just a fucking pair of pants. I could not find even one pair in my size. Nothing even close.
It's very hard to find clothes for me that fit me. Makes me feel even more like 1) I have a weirdly shaped body, and 2) I would be much happier if I could just be naked all the time. I was looking because I don't really have anything appropriate to wear to a funeral, and I'm going to Rich's memorial services tomorrow. So it looks like I will probably have to wear my black jeans, and whatever shirt I can find when I head out again in a few minutes. (Somehow, I feel like Rich would be amused. Even more amused if I wore the rest of the ensemble that I usually wear with those jeans, but that so isn't happening.)
(I know, I've had all week to look. But it wouldn't really matter; it seems like the results are always the same, whether I look during the week or on a weekend.)
By the time I hit Sears at Rhode Island Mall, my last stop before giving up, I was pretty much ready to sell my body to whoever could find a pair of pants that would fit it.
Apparently, my waist size is quite unusual (30 inches). And for those special guys with my waist size, the normal inseam is also 30 inches, which is too short for me. I did not find a single pair of pants with a 34 inch inseam. I used to pretend to myself that the reason there weren't ever any pants in my size was that there were so many guys my size that stores couldn't stock enough to meet demand. But in looking around at the other men today, I know that's a load of crap.
Sometimes I don't like being unique.
I guess until I get rich and famous (or at least rich) and can afford custom made clothing, I will just have to put up with being frustrated.