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September 06, 2005
Not a good way to start
I've come to the conclusion that I my brain has decided that it doesn't care to think about the pointless stuff anymore. I was walking down the street to the elevated train this morning when I realized that my backpack had caused my collar to flip up. I think the flipped up collar is probably the stupidest look imaginable, even if I used to think Eric Cantona made it look cool.
So of course I stopped immediately to fix the collar, whereupon I noticed an even more flagrant violation: my shirt was not only suffering a flipped up collar, my shirt was inside out.
I had somehow managed to walk around for a good half hour, look at myself in the mirror numerous times, and not realize that my shirt was on incorrectly. I felt like a pretty big jackass, to be honest. I couldn't wait until I got to school to fix the shirt, because I didn't want to be mocked on the El as a guy with an inside out shirt, so I snuck into an alley and fixed the mistake.
I have quite a personal history with inside out shirts. I recall a time in high school where I went four periods without realizing my sweater was inside out and backwards; other times I have been known to deliberately wear t-shirts inside out so that they wouldn't show through the dressy shirt I was wearing over it. But now, as a supposed adult, I can't be walking around with inside out shirts as my main wardrobe. It just doesn't sit right.
Posted by oz115 at September 6, 2005 10:47 AM