You ever had one of those days when even just by looking at the mirror you know you are unstoppable. You just look so damn good.
Ya, that was how I felt on the first day I wore my New Black Shirt. I bought it two days before, it was awesome. It just looked too good to be on the body of some inanimate, lifeless boutique model thingy, that is in serious desperation to look human. I wonder why boutiques use those things to show off shirts. I don't really know what it's called, but I think you know what I'm talking about.
So anyway, I bought the shirt. Deservedly expensive - relatively. And I took it home. It was perfect.
So the day came, I put it on, I just loved myself (no narcissist weird stuff tho). I was off to the bank to send some money to somebody. Getting to the bank, I met this long, infuriating queue, but I liked it, the longer I stand there, the more people get to admire my shirt. So there I stood, feeling awesome.
She came, I'd never seen her before, she was about my age and she was walking straight towards me, I initially thought she liked what she'd seen and wanted to come and start a conversation.
I was so wrong.
The girl: Your Shirt.
Me: Oh wow. Thank you!
The girl: What??
Me: I said...
The girl: (Cutting in) ... Your shirt has a big tear at the side there... Look!
If the earth could swallow a person up, then was about a time as any. I was willing to die at that moment. And there I was thinking I was unstoppable, thinking I was the 'awesomest' creature to ever grace the earth, just one sentence from one girl STOPPED ME.
I didn't even notice when the lady walked away. I was heartbroken, empty inside, extremely tempted to just walk out of the bank hall and just go, but I display strength, sometimes.
I tried my best to avoid eye contact with anybody in that bank hall for the rest of my stay there.
At the end, I dragged my sorry self out and away, with my heart broken, the whole world weighing down on me, or at least it felt that way.
So that's the story of My New Black Shirt, attractive, but caused me heartbreak. I couldn't ever wear it again, it was torn beyond repair. Thinking about it still breaks my heart till this day, if nothing else, for the money.
Lesson?? Pretty obvious, not all that glitters is gold.
Not all that's attractive is truly beautiful!!
I Never told nobody until today, so if you reading, thank you!
Till next time,, Keep dreaming!!