T-shirt

I like things that aren't obviously perfect.

For example, I bought two t-shirts yesterday, one dark red, one dark blue. Both strikingly beautiful, naturally. BUt the blue would complement my hair. The black jeans I'd wear with it make my legs look just the right length and size.

I choose to wear the red. It clashes a little with the faded, almost-red purple that's still in my hair, and I wear my comfy blue jeans with it-- and I'm happier this way. Sure, the blue t-shirt's going to look great tomorrow, but the red is for me now. It suits me because it's not the blatant best, not the first clear choice, but you love it anyway. You're still at ease.

I think that in many ways I like it because it's an extension of myself--

So what, I may not be beautiful, or super clever, but I fit nice and I'm not constantly looking around in fear that there's another jeans t-shirt combo out there that may be better than mine, which is the best I can achieve. It's dark red. Boo-yah.

Okay.. Where was I..? --Things that aren't obviously the best. Maybe it's from being raised in a barbie-heralding household, where there's a Disney film on every two seconds, but I'm so sick of the routine perfection everywhere. I like my bed unmade. I like to reuse my tea mug. I like wearing the red t-shirt. I like looking around and seeing the evidence of myself. Seeing two blinds open, one still closed from being on the far end of the room, seeing that I'm here, and I'm alive and I am DAMN COOL.