I have lost my jacket, and to put it rather inadequately, am distraught. Those of you who have seen my lovely black jacket and know of my fixation with and pride of it will know what a great loss this is to me. It seems appropriate for me to say now "I shall never be happy again," but, so it were, I've learnt material possessions a man does not make, nor should one be so overly obsessed by the same article, and I know by making this rant, I AM obsessing, but I can't help it. I'm upset.
Still, if you're reading this now, you'll know what to get me for my next birthday. That's right, another black jacket I can lovingly tote around like my security blanket. It'll never be the same. I bet you didn't know that jacket was my security blanket. I put it on whenever I'm feeling insecure, or well, for more practical purposes like cold. There's this whole persona that goes with the jacket. I mean, I'd be running around, jacket flapping, heedless of everyone else with that crazy I couldn't give a damn attitude. That jacket makes me feel big and strong. Weird, I know, to be empowered by a piece of clothing. Sigh. That's it for sentimentality.
:: nimezs @ 12:56 pm [+] ::
