You should know something about me. I hate trying on clothes. Sizes are always different and mirrors are deceiving. I only shop when I have one thing in mind and then I am focused and direct. The hard part is, I almost never find what I am looking for. I was thinking about this the other day as I was shoe shopping for some brown flats. My brain being what it is and never content to mindlessly search for footwear, began to wander into the realm of meaning and purpose to which it visits often, but is never entirely comfortable. Thus, I have stumbled across an analogy that I feel befits my life at this juncture. I am proud of this thought for two reasons: First, it came to me while shopping, which is not a particularly philosophical pursuit. And second, I am quite terrible at analogies and feel that this is a weakness which must be remedied so that I can appear more intelligent than I am in conversations with people of superior intellect. So without further adieu, I present my thought for the day:
My life is like a dressing room. I am forever trying things on - different job, different city, different friends - and nothing seems to fit. Everything gets tossed into that reject pile of things that were too tight or too loose or too itchy. And the mirror by which I judge is distorted so that nothing ever appears as it really is and I am left questioning whether what I am wearing at the time is a good fit. And if I continue this pattern - trying on, reflecting, rejecting - I am afraid that in the end all I will be left with is a bunch of empty hangers.
I know. It's deep. I'll give you a minute to think on it. In the meantime, does anyone know where I can find a really cute pair of brown flats?
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