If you go back about 10 years I would have never imagined myself this way. When I was 10-11 I always thought I'd end up the sort who didn't give a fuck what they wore. That's actually how I dressed, for the most part. Just put on whatever, if it keeps me warm then it's fine. In fact, the cheaper my clothes, the better. I think I wanted to be a carefree kid who didn't care what anyone else thought.
Fast forward to the present, it's 11.40pm and I'm browsing /r/malefashionadvice instead of writing this assignment that's due tomorrow. It's only 500 words, I could be done with it if I just focused- but I just can't seem to because it's so fucking boring. From /r/malefashionadvice I travel to these websites where I browse trainers and Derby shoes and I'm kind of amazed that I can name shoes as Derbys or Oxfords or Bluchers. I'm looking at trainers because I want to hit up the gym next year and currently I have joggers which I tripped over twice in. When I bought my joggers I thought they were pretty cool, since they give me like 5cm of extra height and whatever supplements my height makes me feel good. I haven't grown since I was 14 or 16 and I feel so goddamn inadequate- given my genes I guess I shouldn't expect too much but my brother is taller than me and that makes me feel sad. There's a joke where my height is referred to as a "second class disability"... actually it's a pretty mean joke, making fun of disabled people... Anyway it's a strange night and it's strange I'm lamenting my height right now.
Basically thanks to my joggers being too awkward to wear I fall over heaps when I run, and I injure myself when I fall. Fun times. New trainers aren't that expensive online, and I'm mighty tempted to buy some but I should really save some money and stop spending on random crap. There's some big stuff I want to spend money on in the future, and it's pretty important to me so I should just save for that instead. In the meanwhile I REALLY gotta work hard at this school thing, so I can get myself sorted, graduate, get paid, make money and just... live the life I've always wanted to live.
Yeah browsing shoes late at night is a terrible idea.
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