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While the record goes 'round.

It feels a lot like I'm losing my struggle against every day. All my time just sort of disappears and I never really feel like doing anything. Like drawing or writing. And those are things I need to do. Also, studying. The year is just catching up to me, I guess. I can feel it in my increasingly slouchier posture. I thought I already fixed that, too.

Just a few more weeks.

I tried to pee the other day, but I had a problem. I couldn't find the fly to my boxers. So I searched, frantically, to find it. It's certainly normal for it to shift one way or the other during the day, but I couldn't find it. Oh no, I panicked. My boxers don't have a fly anymore. In the end I had to pull everything down to go about my urgent business. I later found out that I had been wearing them backwards the whole day. And I realized something.

If you take something for granted long enough, you are bound for disappointment.

Clothing yourself is a lot like maintaining a relationship. You have to be active about it. You have to choose a complementary ensemble. Things have to fit together stylistically. They have to fit you. Your clothes have to be appropriate for whatever it is you're doing. It's easy to be predictable. Wear the same wardrobe all the time. Fall into a routine. Continue going about your business with glassy-eyed contentment. But that is not a mélange that screams success. The important thing is that you have to be aware of what you're doing when you put clothes on your body. Because if you don't, they'll break up with you.

And by break up with you, I mean it was not a very good analogy.

I overheard a couple breaking up next door the other day. They were both sobbing and pleading with each other. At least, she was pleading with him. I couldn't understand anything he said because it was just unintelligible sobbing at different pitches. I even opened the door to improve my eavesdropping experience and still couldn't understand what he was bawling about. She was apologizing for cheating on him more than once and also upset because he had also cheated on her. Her main point of contention was that she had cheated on him once, told him, and recently cheated on him again with a similarly alacritous response while he had secretly cheated on her between those two incidents but only recently admitted his transgressions. From her incredulous and desperate responses, I was able to gather that he was breaking up with her.

Outside of Wendy's the other day, I came across another couple in the middle of a tearful breakup. Here I mean that he was crying. But he was also trying really hard not to cry. Also, he was trying to maintain his posture so that people wouldn't be able to notice his please don't break up with me slouch. So we got to see his please don't notice my 'please don't break up with me slouch' slouch. From her belongings I assume she had just come from Relay for Life and had been stopped by her recent ex-boyfriend desperately trying to salvage a relationship that had obviously fizzled out. After some pleading and begging and sniffling, she agreed to let him come into Wendy's with her and make a case supporting the reestablishment of their relationship. She made some snide comments about him to her friend as they ordered and smiled condescendingly when he choked out a teary-eyed list of reasons why it would work out.

And, of course, you know. It was over.

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Carolynn said…
It's funny, the way things like that go.
May 23, 2010 at 11:41 PM
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