In reviewing my 100 list, I thought of revising it. Oddly enough, not much has changed in that list except my current job. (Jr. high. Not teaching elementary) I thought of making another 100 list. Funny enough, I'm self-centered enough that it wouldn't be too hard. But that's not the image I want to project. Remember, it's all about what you project.
One item I realized was way too true to be comfortable. And I wish I could change it. I have tastes that are far nicer than my little salary(s) can afford. And I'm usually too lazy to be cheap chic. Cuz, yo, that takes effort.
Augh, sorry for that. I'm teaching a lot of minorities these days. It's seeping into my vernacular, fo shizzle. (and what's worse, I actually know the proper usage of the slang.)
One item did change. I *used* to enjoy cooking gourmet seven course dinners. And I find myself glad I didn't take the culinary career path.
For some reason, I loathe having to cook nowadays. In fact, I even loathe having to go grocery shopping. It's a chore now. I actually have to think about what I'm going to eat, plan my meals and go out and buy it. It's not that I don't like eating. (my belly says otherwise) And it's not that I expect someone else to make my meals. I've never had anyone cook all my meals, save childhood, and even then I cooked more than I do now.
In the back of my mind I'm always thinking of better things than food I can be spending my time and money on. Like a new flatscreen hd tv. (which, for the record, I do not have. But Christmas is coming. God, why do I come from a poor family?)
And though I've never thought of myself as a clothes whore, I've come to the sad realization that I am.
With all my weight fluctuations I've learned NOT to throw out clothes that don't fit. Unless it had pleats. I know better than that now.
At my current weight I'm wearing my "fat" clothes.
I won't throw away the skinny clothes because last time I did that, I lost all the weight and had to go buy new clothes. And I hated spending money on that.
But in the spirit of keeping a somewhat organized apartment, (as organized as you can cram 1000 sq ft of stuff into a little less than 800) I started going through all my clothes and trying on everything and packing away clothes that don't fit.
What I found was that I could wear a different outfit three weeks straight. Then wash it all, reconfigure, and have another three weeks of completely different outfits.
I shared this with my colleagues who informed me that was a lot of clothes. Even for a woman. But I like to consider gay men a hybrid. We have to have the normal, dressy, public clothes (which straight men have), the casual at home clothes (straight men have), the sexy at home clothes (women have, straight men consider this and the casual the same in one), the gym clothes (some straight men have, but all gay men have, regardless of gym membership), the clothes that can be summer or winter (totally gay), and then a separate rack for the going out clothes (women). And in the gay community, you can't be caught in a repeat. Even if you're a burly gay lumberjack, you don't wear the same flannel two weekends in a row.
However, I've been trying. I haven't shopped in a "regular" store for a while. I've made repeat visits to goodwill and was surprised to find clothes that didn't look like something from an episode of "Friends." Though I've had to wade through racks of pleated pants to find one nice pair of Banana Republic Chinos, which are great... when ironed. 100% cotton has it's drawbacks. Give me 10% polyester that I don't have to iron. Please.
Or find me a job where I can afford to hire someone to do my groceries and cooking and ironing. Preferably a dumb but pretty 'someone.'
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