Wednesday, April 18, 2012
After A Very Serious Post. Or on t-shirts
I'm exhausted, knackered, too pooped to pucker and so on. So this post will be about my love/hate relationship to t-shirts. Hate them new. They are hard, cardboardy, trying to stand on me even when I sit, and they are hardly ever available in that deep forest green I want.
Love them old. They become second skin, and any stupid writing they may have once had has long since faded into oblivion. And so have the too bright colors I don't care for. They may be cotton but in their old age they become silk, fiber for the roalty. And me.
Then they fall apart, and we are back into that hate-cycle of the love-hate drama.
What I need is someone to pre-wear t-shirts for me for, say, five years.
T-shirts with messages on other people somewhat worry me. I always feel the wearers expect a reaction. But what is the proper reaction to a really insulting t-shirt? A quick takedown and boot to the head?
Right now I wear a t-shirt which states "Never believe anything I say." But I don't wear that when I go where other people are.