Catch 22

As I was walking next door to the gas station during my three o’clock walk, I found myself thinking again about how much I hate my clothes. I’m fed up with all the stuff I wear. I’ve been basically wearing the same crap for over 5 years. And I didn’t like it to begin with. Sure, I’ll add another dopey piece to the lineup every so often, but it’s still basically the same stuff.

But every single time I think to myself that I’m going to burn them all and start over fresh, I think about how wasteful that is in the whole scheme of things. That these clothes are still doing their purpose and aren’t in bad shape. That there are others that would kill to have more than one shirt to choose from in a given week.

So here I sit, again, feeling like a friggin idiot, pondering what to do.

Filed under: Clothes, Contemplation