"If I Can't Change Your Mind"
While cleaning up my computer's hard drive this week — just in case the feds stop by looking for...uh, nevermind — I stumbled upon a document I created when I started this blog. It was a list of potential subjects to write about in case I ever got stuck with writer's block. Clearly the idea was a poor one because as soon as I created the file, I promptly forgot about it. But, with Connor providing endless subject matter without even trying each day, a lack of ideas hasn't been an issue.
On this masterstroke of a list were ideas of various worth — most of which I've either covered or mentally discarded as soon as I typed them. One particularly horrid idea was an ode to my dress shirts and square toe oxfords that I wore to my job as a managing editor of two publications every day the last few years. It was something along the line of "I miss you guys, and I'll see you soon."
Pretty bad, right? It's called "brainstorming" for a reason. Sometimes you gotta get through some pretty rough stuff to get something decent. Kind of like parenting. (Boy, am I going to get in trouble for that one!)
Despite me realizing that this was a stupid idea for an entry, I also realized that I no longer feel this way. I've been wearing little other than camo shorts or jeans, T-shirts and Vans for eight months. I couldn't imagine wearing a dress shirt right now. In college, I had an English professor that wore a lot of Merrell and North Face gear (that'd be casual, camping-type clothes for those of you who don't know anyone in a frat), and said that he laughed at his lonely suit hanging in the closet each morning as he dressed. At the time, I thought he was a little odd — well, he's a Poe expert and a Vietnam vet, of course he's odd — but now I get it.
I still toss on an occasional polo shirt, and yes, I do wear deodorant, but the thought of pressing my shirts and wearing long sleeves this coming summer (tattoo coverage, ya know?) makes my skin crawl. It's nice to not have to look pretty for once.
Sure, Stacey hasn't come near me lately, but once the beard really fills in...oh yeah, it's gonna be great!
On this masterstroke of a list were ideas of various worth — most of which I've either covered or mentally discarded as soon as I typed them. One particularly horrid idea was an ode to my dress shirts and square toe oxfords that I wore to my job as a managing editor of two publications every day the last few years. It was something along the line of "I miss you guys, and I'll see you soon."Pretty bad, right? It's called "brainstorming" for a reason. Sometimes you gotta get through some pretty rough stuff to get something decent. Kind of like parenting. (Boy, am I going to get in trouble for that one!)
Despite me realizing that this was a stupid idea for an entry, I also realized that I no longer feel this way. I've been wearing little other than camo shorts or jeans, T-shirts and Vans for eight months. I couldn't imagine wearing a dress shirt right now. In college, I had an English professor that wore a lot of Merrell and North Face gear (that'd be casual, camping-type clothes for those of you who don't know anyone in a frat), and said that he laughed at his lonely suit hanging in the closet each morning as he dressed. At the time, I thought he was a little odd — well, he's a Poe expert and a Vietnam vet, of course he's odd — but now I get it.I still toss on an occasional polo shirt, and yes, I do wear deodorant, but the thought of pressing my shirts and wearing long sleeves this coming summer (tattoo coverage, ya know?) makes my skin crawl. It's nice to not have to look pretty for once.
Sure, Stacey hasn't come near me lately, but once the beard really fills in...oh yeah, it's gonna be great!
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