I suppose it's a good thing that I've lost so much weight that I will need new briefs and pants, but that means going to the mall. Shopping malls always make me think of the old Onion article about a Tenth Circle being added to Hell.
I try to wear clothes for as long as possible, and only own 8 briefs, 8 pairs of socks, 8 shirts, and 2 pairs of khaki pants. I own 8 so I have clothes to wear during the weekly laundry. Did I mention one of my shirts is falling apart and will need to be replaced too? And I need new socks since mine are getting full of holes again?
I realize that clothes today are made to last as little time as possible, and that modern fashion dictates a full wardrobe replacement every month or so. (This last part seems directed primarily at women.) I still try to make clothes last anyway.
So it's off to a gigantic barn specially made to strip dumb people of money they don't have for clothes that last 30 days. Muzak, terrible food, and groups of young NT women dragging around their latest "finds" while giggling and texting. The last time I had to go to a mall I wound up just sitting in my car with the AC running for a half hour afterwards until I felt well enough to drive.
For some reason, shopping at a mall has long been the favorite "relaxation" for young NT women. I'd rather be among the racks of electronic parts at Fry's.
I try to wear clothes for as long as possible, and only own 8 briefs, 8 pairs of socks, 8 shirts, and 2 pairs of khaki pants. I own 8 so I have clothes to wear during the weekly laundry. Did I mention one of my shirts is falling apart and will need to be replaced too? And I need new socks since mine are getting full of holes again?
I realize that clothes today are made to last as little time as possible, and that modern fashion dictates a full wardrobe replacement every month or so. (This last part seems directed primarily at women.) I still try to make clothes last anyway.
So it's off to a gigantic barn specially made to strip dumb people of money they don't have for clothes that last 30 days. Muzak, terrible food, and groups of young NT women dragging around their latest "finds" while giggling and texting. The last time I had to go to a mall I wound up just sitting in my car with the AC running for a half hour afterwards until I felt well enough to drive.
For some reason, shopping at a mall has long been the favorite "relaxation" for young NT women. I'd rather be among the racks of electronic parts at Fry's.