Losing Clothes
I do not, at all, enjoy shopping for clothes.
This fundamental fact about me leads to at least two other facts:
(1) I get lots of clothing for my birthday and Christmas. This is good, because it means I don’t have to shop for clothes as often.
(2) When I find clothes that I like, I tend to keep them for a long time and wear them often. For example, I still wear the button-up shirt that I wore in my 11th grade class picture (I am now 27), and I still have an Atlanta Braves t-shirt that I received in 1993.
The problem is, for as long as I can remember, I have also had a problem losing clothes, and without exception, I always lose things that I actually like. And while there are other negative characteristics of my childhood that I have happily discarded (like, say, being afraid of spiders), the tendency to lose clothes that I like has doggedly followed me to adulthood.
The other day I realized that I had lost a brown polo shirt, which was a major blow, because it had a prominent place in my weekly rotation. Add that to the blue polo which I am convinced I lost somewhere in Colorado, the long-sleeved white shirt that I wore as an undershirt in the fall/winter, and the “Salute a Veteran” t-shirt that I got for giving blood, and my wardrobe has really taken a hit over the last few years. And then there was that sweet red, white and blue windbreaker that I lost in elementary school and have never really recovered from.
I’m afraid I’m going to have to shop for clothes again.
Disclaimer: Implying that I am completely over my childhood fear of spiders might have been somewhat misleading. That being said, one of my husband-ly duties is to deal with every spider that makes the unfortunate decision to enter our house. So, it’s something I’ve been working on.
8 comments:
You might see if your lovely wife would exchange the chore of buying clothes for your chore of murdering spiders.
Angela,
Since she is the main one who buys me clothes for birthdays/Christmas, I guess we already have somewhat of an exchange worked out. That works out well since her tastes are better than mine anyway.
Do you remember how, when you were little, I accidentally freaked you out when I tried to explain the concept of the immune system to you? I told you that your body had little "fighters" inside of it that killed germs; but instead, you thought I said "spiders."
Jared,
I remember that vividly. It made me grudgingly accept that some spiders were maybe okay, but I still didn't like the idea at all.
I can remember telling Mom about how we had spiders inside of us and her thinking that I was nuts.
HAHAHA!! I love that you thought you had spiders inside of you AND THEN you told your mom!! Well done Jared, way to mislead him.
Justin,
It was really a pretty good description of the immune system for a 6 year old, just an unfortunate mis-hearing on my part.
I really liked that shirt. I still have mine. You could make it into two that would fit you.
Clay,
I appreciate the generosity; if nothing else I could use it as a sleep shirt.
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