Wednesday, August 29, 2007

On getting your clothes out of a dumpster

I like my outfit today. I got it out of the back alley one day, and they fit, and here I am. The pants have some little holes and bleach dribbles on them (the bleach dribbles possibly causing the holes), but they still function, and heck, people pay lots of money for the 'distressed' look, which really means that the privilege of having someone else wreck your clothes first instead of you. The shirt had some grease stains once I remember but I think I finally got rid of them. Comfy too--they've definitely been broken in; something I hadn't really thought of when pondering why I never feel as comfortable or happy wearing new clothes. Usually, I'm just disappointed. Most of my favorite stuff came out of the alley or some hand-me-down of another kind.

Which reminds me how much I could sometimes hate that as a kid, but then it was more forced on me as a relational thing--'take these clothes and wear them, this other person doesn't want them anymore but will be so disappointed if you don't like them.'

Yep, freely chosen is pretty darn nice.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hi,.. I have just been reading your blog, it's now 11:14 Pm in Hong Kong and i am not long to bed.

Your Blog entries have struck a chord with me in many respects, those which i have skimmed over. i say skimmed because it is my feeling at this hour of the night one cannot retain all one reads.

You are a good person and truly i feel god moves within you.

I believe in God but im not religous, to quote Kevin Smith. I suppose. lapsed catholic.
I'm no authority but your actions strike me as very much of the same mindset as St. Francis of Assissi.

And that's pretty cool..

I read your palestine entries with great interest. I am married now but a woman i wanted to marry in the past who loved me was a palestinian muslim girl in Nablus.

The only reason we never got together was the second intifada had reached such a horrific point of dehumanisation that there was no hope foreseeable of getting there. even now I try and Hypothesise how i would do it today now things are relaxed and it is still beyond my comprehension.

How they can survive is a miracle. and that the IDF and ultranationalists can be immune to the suffering of the palestinians, as well as the suffering it brings upon all.. and you can see why I am a lapsed catholic...

I go on..

I look forward to reading more about you and your life,
Steve K
helmholtz@hotmail.com