You Again?

There was a time when this nightmarish thing repeated itself.

Has not happened in a long time but for some reason I thought about it this weekend.

This “one thing” where you finally wear that outfit that you have been dying to show off and finally do so. In the mean time you see friends that you have not seen in a long time. They tell you how amazing you look when it is really those jeans keeping your weighty fluff stay put.

Then you decide to leave the outfit in your closet until you feel like it again. Time goes by, you wait. Then you decide ok let’s do this again. You stuff with all your might into those jeans that make your ass look like an ass and not pancakes. Same outfit, weeks even months later. You run into those friends of yours you saw when you had the same clothing on again.

You don’t know what they think, hey maybe they didn’t even recognize that you have the same thing on as last time.

For fuck sake, time has elapsed!!! You do have other clothes, You just happen to put these ones on again. You don’t want to seem like an ass and say anything about the repeat outfit just in case they missed that tiny detail.

Not a big deal, until you wear the outfit again and see those people that you never see unless you wear that outfit. You recognize that your ensemble is becoming less and less amazing.

Celebrities don’t get caught wearing the same outfit twice, why? Because they are filthy rich and have people sending them clothes every second of the fucking day. Us normals have to go and actually spend our hard earned dollars on clothing on a constant basis.

So you leave that same stupid outfit in the closet for a long, long time knowing that you aren’t going to put it on again for fear of looking like a person that only has one outfit for going out.

Then you make that mistake and wear it almost a year later and by then you are keenly aware that you might have another run-in with your acquaintances. You are quite paranoid about the outfit by now.

You are glad to have worn it until you once more only run into the people that happen to only see you when you wear these clothes. Frustrated you finally decide to say something about the clothes to these people. Not trying to sound like a moron you say it in a jokingly manner. 

"Haha, don't I ever change?" 

"Do I have other clothes?"

*Nervous giggle, eye roll, escape

You told yourself too "God damn I can't believe that I wore this shit again!"

They most likely have conversations about your repeated outfit. "Hey remember when she wore that the last three times we saw her? HAHAHAHA" or When you ask them a question they say "come again, pun intended..hahaha" Damn people and their observations. 

Then you make that trip to Goodwill because god forbid you to wear that shit again and have another run-in with those people. 

You would be like the Bill Murray in Groundhog Day, but with more spunk and the same clothes. 

Rox