I do know that there used to be this odd junk/discount store next door to my dad’s scuba shop (a scuba shop in Mississippi, people. As far from the ocean as Mississippi can get. Only my dad. It was awesome.), and I used to spend far too much time in that place. It was actually a lot like that store in Napoleon Dynamite where they have everything all shoved on shelves in no order or reason. You could find a leisure suit for the dance right next to a jumbo package of adult diapers AND THAT WAS JUST THE MUSIC AND BEAUTY OF IT.
I don’t know why I liked it so much, but I did.
Then as I got older there were dig stores, where you could go and climb around in piles of unwashed, iffy, random clothes. You could fill up a basket or a bag or something and end up paying like fifty cents. My freshman year in college I wore nothing but clothes I’d gotten at just such a store. I had all kinds of awesome stuff, who cares if maybe someone died in it before.
I suppose, looking back over things that way, it makes sense the way I think about clothes now.
Here’s my issue: I have a real problem with buying clothes.
I know, right? What kind of American am I? And if I don’t buy clothes then where do I get them?
Well, there are lots of answers. I usually just wait for a friend (or to be very specific, my sister) to buy new clothes or have a cleaning session. Then I take the cast offs.
It sounds a little pathetic, and maybe it is, but I look at it this way – I hate to shop. I never pick out the right kinds of things and while I may spend a shitton of money, I end up with nothing comfortable or durable or that I even want to consider wearing. If I get clothes from someone else, I at least have validation that someone else liked this enough to spend money on it.
It’s also cheaper. And it appeals to my sense of conservation. Recycling clothes, yeah? And plus if I get clothes from other people it’s a form of flattery, right? Like, I like you enough that I want to wear your clothes.
Well, not in the creepy way that that just came across. Forget the weird of that, ok?
Anyway I’m saying all this because I’m hoping I’m not the only one.