I’m having trouble with my clothes…again.
I don’t mean style wise…that’s a given.
I’ve been sporting the same jeans, sneakers, t-shirt, sweater variation since the 70’s.
Sometimes, I’m in…sometimes I’m out…but mostly I’m just me…being comfortable.
Plus, I don’t have to put too much thought into what I’m going to wear every day.
Z has a regular “real” job and has to dress up every day.
Even when I had regular “real” jobs in regular “real” offices, I was fortunate because it was always some sort of creative endeavor, which allowed for casual clothes, long before “Casual Fridays” became a thing.
See, when you’re in a creative position people are one, afraid to even look at you too closely...and two, expect you’re too busy creating “something” to put on nice clothes…or even change your underwear once a month.
At least that’s what they think. The truth is, most of us change our underwear regularly, usually once a week—or two—usually when we shower…for the most part.
And it’s not because we’re too busy “creating”…no, that’s just a myth.
Yeah I said it…a myth.
Creative people are not always lost in their heads trying to come up with the next great idea.
That’s just what the union wants you to believe.
The fact is creative people are often lost just looking at another person’s head, wondering what great idea they’re thinking about, that’s better than theirs.
And when they’re not thinking that…they’re usually just wondering what they’re gonna have for lunch that day…even though they always order soup.
But I’ve gotten off track, here.
Such a surprise!
What I meant to talk about was the chaos my clothes have been bringing me, lately.
Like when I go to put my pants on in the morning; one leg is always inside out…and I’m never sure which one is right.
And it’s not until I have them on that I notice.
Think about it….
My T-shirts always go on inside out as well.
But that’s okay, since my sweater hides that; and who can tell if a sweater’s inside out?
Same thing with my socks.
Truth is, I kind of like the fuzzy side out…so who’s fooling who?
Am I right…am I right?
So there’s something going on…a haberdashery of conspiracy, or something.
Luckily, my sneakers aren’t in on it.
But my shoe laces are.
They never untie themselves, so I always have to struggle with getting the double knots out, first thing, every morning.
And then they think it’s “oh, so amusing” to tie themselves together…to each other….which is what tying themselves together means.
Do I have to explain everything?
I guess I do…at least, that’s what the doctor says.
But I don’t give my shoe laces the satisfaction of knowing they’re messing with me. I pretend I don’t notice…at least until I have to drive somewhere…usually to buy soup.
Then it gets a little tricky.
But that’s more because of the inside out pant leg thing than the conniving shoe lace thing.
So you can see what I’m dealing with.
And you think it’s weird that creative people dress the way they do?
Gotta go…my winter coat is plotting with my mittens to figure out a way to get back at me for sticking them up in the cedar closet for the summer.
It’s never ending.