Shirts.
Ok, so there was this one time that I needed to get some new shirts etc… so I go down to where they sell the shirts and I go into a shirt-shop…
… and there were all these shirts, all hanging there, waiting. Waiting for someone nice to come and buy them. Someone that they would be proud to be worn by… and I felt so sorrry for them. I know they’re kindof vain and superficical, but shirts are people too - they have feelings, and I was suddenly hit by this crushing sense of…I felt so sorry for the one that was going to be faced with being bought by a pathetic, spineless loser like me. I could feel them all cringe as I walked through the door… I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t do it. I went home empty-handed, and gently drank myself to sleep.
