coincidental odds
with the number of mass marketed clothing chains out there churning out cookie cutter outfits, it’s bound to happen. one day, i ran into a woman in finance who owned the pink version of my stretchy navy striped knit top. even though i rarely ventured to that side of the building and even more rarely did i ever see this woman, i still kept a mental note to be wary of when i decided to wear that particular top.
so months pass without the knit top leaving the closet, months pass without giving me any reason to walk towards the finance department. and on this fine spring day, i don the goods and take my usual stroll to the bathroom, and there she is with the pink version of my top on. and on this very fine day, i make no less than 3 trips to that side of the building and run into her every single time.
why do i find it so embarrassing to run into someone wearing the same outfit? i don’t care about being so unique or different that it’s a self-proclaimed failure someone else out there in the world would buy the same thing and wear it on the exact same day, but really… why does the bashful feeling of shame still creep in?
it’s happened to wes over 3 times at clubs, and each time he’s either hid or taken the offending article of clothing off. :p hohoho...