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I worked with a guy who wears burgundy pants. They matched his tie, a knit tie with squared tip, and there was pink in his dress shirt but only if you looked hard enough. I’m impressed by people who ‘pull it off,’ whatever ‘it’ is.
I used to love a girl who kept dying her hair different colors. She was working at a bakery, the bakery was in a grocery store, the store manager kept harassing her to tone down the hair. She didn’t, of course. Instead, she read up on the employee handbook and gave the old, stale, crusty lady a lesson on company policy. I liked her a lot for that. But my favorite picture of the girl was in black and white and maybe that’s why it couldn’t work out.
There’s this Discord channel I’m in with a few friends. We get together sometimes in the literal world, too. A few weeks ago, the guy who runs the channel made emojis out of old pictures of us, inside jokes, etc etc. One picture is of him biting into a Turkey leg. I always smile when I see it. The look on his face is worth a million. This guy takes life just the right amount of seriously, he considers every option and sticks to the right one, he’s honest and consistent. He’s on a short list of people I trust unconditionally.
I took another walk tonight. I saw familiar faces: kids in bicycle helmets; a round man walking his rounder beagle. We exchanged five-second hellos. I reckon they recognized me too. As I went by a couple, one said ‘I see that guy every night.’ It kinda creeped me out, then I warmed up to it. Maybe everyone’s got their ‘thing.’ Maybe we’re all pulling it off.
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“Yeah, but they’re PURPLE pants,” Bobby said as if that made some kind of distinction. “Hence, I’m awesome.” – Amanda Hocking, Wisdom
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