Very soon, I may find myself without a place to live (in Kalamazoo), or faced with a living situation that I wouldn’t like very much. This is by no fault of my own, but other external circumstances that I have no control over. This was the answer to my prayer last night. This was NOT the answer I was looking for.
Faced with uncertainty as to my plans for the fall (i.e. whether to continue my education or work full time instead), I wanted a little guidance. I am being guided somewhere, unknown to myself. Doors are slowly shutting…..will others open in time?
I promise to be less vague when I’m allowed to…
I hate clothing.
While the reasons behind my hatred are laid out here, the underlying mental issues that bring such reasons forward remains unknown. Almost everyone I know dresses nice (usually), and has multiple articles of clothing that can be used in any given situation. My own brother (well…one of the 3) I’ve accused of being a “metro” because his closet would probably rival his girlfriend’s; not to mention his shoe selection. If I was able to, I would wear the same clothing every day; provided that it didn’t get worn out or stinky. Maybe I’d change it up once a month or quarter, but I wouldn’t deviate much. I would wear a pair of jeans, or jean-shorts and a t-shirt of my choosing, until I felt the need for something different. Like the background picture on my computer; I change it when I feel like it. The background doesn’t represent my computer in the slightest. A shallow depth-of-field, macro picture of blades of grass, does not give anyone the slightest clue as to what my computer contains, or is capable of, nor does it reflect on it’s current mood or wants and desires.
In my possession (this is a rough estimate, since counting such objects would be beneath me) I have a dozen t-shirts, two pairs of jeans, one khaki short, three cotton shorts (for sleeping and lounging), several articles of undergarments and socks, five button-up/down (depending upon your preference) dress shirts, two pairs of dress shoes, one pair of street shoes, and three new pairs of khaki pants. The last articles of clothing being the inspiration for this entry. Before the three, there was but one lonely pair of very comfortable and well fitting khaki pants.
And it was that this pair of khakis were the sole covering of my legs while I was at work. Continue reading ‘With a fig leaf, and a smile…’