Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.
Day 82’s Topic: Clothing.
Clothes are those garments we need to wear to cover our bodies. We put on and take off our clothes every day, switching them out for the given day’s outfit requirement.
Granted, I am a simplistic person. I don’t really have a lot of clothes to my name. Even as a dude, I never really had much of any fashion sense. I like really straightforward outfits.
T-shirt and shorts, and maybe something else, then I am good to go. Pretty easy, right?
Heck, most of the clothes I have to my name are shown below in this picture.
Within this bag and box (along with a few tubs of clothes), that’s really all I have to wear. I don’t even have a dresser to fold them into place all nice and proper-like, the way mom would have done it when I was a kid.
Speaking of which, I regret saying something really stupid when I was a kid to my mother. I was being snappy and was questioning why my mom couldn’t get my brothers and I more clothes. I was just being bratty one day. It was probably around middle school, give or take a few years.
I didn’t really know what I was saying. This was coming from a kid who hated getting clothes as gifts to boot. Oh, joy!
Anyway, if I could go back in time at this very instance, I would have smacked myself for being stupid. My mom worked her tail off to provide food on the table, let alone everything else. She tried her hardest. It was just difficult for her to scrape aside money for nicer clothes. It’s not like I was running around in rags with holes in them.
I should have been thankful my mom did the laundry for us, so we always had clean clothes to throw on every day. I should have been grateful, but I wasn’t.
Not only that, the clothes I wore as a kid were mostly serviceable. Plain, even. They were rarely fancy clothes at all. Just the cheap stuff you would find at any average retail store. Nothing to brag about, but they were nothing to be ashamed about because they were so generic.
The point is, and why I bring up this random story of me as a kid, I finally grew to understand what it’s like to buy clothes for myself now. It took awhile, but I finally started to grasp how everything changes when you’re paying for it with money you have earned.
For instance, let’s take something necessary like socks. Yeah, they’re socks, but you don’t really think about them until you need to buy some because the ones you got are starting to wear out and feel horribly uncomfortable.
So I try to hone in on cheap or reasonable deals. But sometimes, some clothes just cost a bit more than you can really afford to splurge on when your budget is like mine.
But I manage. I love finding novelty shirts to buy in particular. You know … Those geeky shirts with random things meant to stir up a chuckle or conversation. Very nerdy of me, but it’s what I like to wear. Sue me.
In time, I need to buy a proper dresser, or at least some kind of ghetto hamper, to store my clothes. It feels odd having to keep my clothes in a random box and bag, but it gets the job done.
Once you build up and work your way out of poverty, you learn to appreciate every single random thing you possess to your name. Down to the last sock.
“Get good. Be better.” – Nhan Fiction