The biggest thing that I miss now that I am a working stiff is t-shirts. When I was in school, I could wear whatever I wanted. I always knew that this freedom would change once I started living nine to five, but I never suspected the psychic effect it would have on me. I now know why so many men hate shopping: because no matter how well the clothes I like fit my body, they will not fit my life. Seeing clothes I like in stores now only reminds me of opportunities lost. The clothes that I have to wear to work everyday are now really only about function: looking professional. They aren't particularly comfortable and grant little room for personal expression.
The solution to this problem, I think, is to move back to Los Angeles. The only people wearing suits in LA are detectives. The attorneys at Bet Tzedek wore jerseys to the office and no one gave a damn. I need to get out of here.
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