There are people who put their own faces on t-shirts. Those same people in those same t-shirts bearing the visage of their own faces are also prone to wearing these t-shirts in public. It gets better. These people are also prone to enlist a third party to take a picture of them wearing the shirt and post that picture on the internet. Without taking the time to account for the person who took the picture or the person who searched the internet for a picture of a person wearing a t-shirt with their own face on it, I would like to take a moment to marvel at this singular odd fact of life. Wow. …wow. Just…wow.
Oh, this is a very good rabbit trail, and my day is bound to be less interesting than this for the next 8 hours. Let’s follow the trail and see where it takes us shall we? Lets.
We can marvel by analyzing. Yes. First, the person who thought they should put their own face on a t-shirt probably feels alright about the way they look. That follows right? I mean, it would be preposterous for a person to put a face on their shirt that they did not find to be aesthetically pleasing. It is a good guess then, that this person has good and happy feelings about their looks. They may be confident even as far as conceit. It is also fair to say that most truly ugly people are aware of their condition. So, this person is fairly good looking, and knows it. … or what is worse, they might be ugly and not care in any way it wouldn’t take a psychologist to see. Interesting.
Next, this person has enough money and drive to have a specialty shirt made. A person wearing a shirt with their own face on it is not dying of hunger. No, they are not saving their money for a big bag of rice. No, they had the idea, “Man, you know what? I want, no, need a shirt with my pretty face on it. This is a good idea I had. Yes.” Then this person went to the place where they keep their money, and they paid a professional t-shirt maker, and a designer, to make a t-shirt with their face on it. This idea was an idea they would invest money, money that was capable of buying other things like sodas, or a trip to the movies, or candy, or to pay the electric bill, buy gas; they exhausted resources to have a shirt with their own face on it. This person will spend money on anything. I bet they send money to organizations they know nothing about, and vote a party line. I bet they buy kitchen appliances from late night infomercials and take the unopened boxes of neat-o junk straight to the attic when they get it.
The person who buys a shirt with their own face on it is also a frighteningly driven person. I go to work. I go home. I go out. I put my time into things I think are worthwhile. I do enough cleaning so that the people in my life that could get mad at me for not cleaning are appeased. It is a pretty good life, and I think I am a fairly driven person. I don’t hold a candle to the person who is willing to put energy and time into buying a shirt with their own face on it. This person has maniac energy, and must be very capable. This person on top of having bills paid, and a place set up, the laundry done, food prepared, TV shows watched, family visited, job kept, phone calls and emails phoned or written, correspondences maintained, parties attended, books read, music listened to, conversations had, also managed to contact a designer and a t-shirt making company with enough clarity and forethought to communicate the need for a shirt with their own face on it in a particular color etc. The world quakes before such a power.
The person who made a shirt with their face on it fits into society somewhere. They are confident. They are reasonably good looking. They are driven. They work with people to achieve a goal. They have a decent job. It only makes sense that this person is successful. They probably have a good job, which means they are probably someone’s boss. They might be your boss. They might be your boss, and the best boss you’ve ever had. It isn’t hard to imagine that person who blows money on a shirt with their face on it, will also blow money on coffee and doughnuts for the team every now and then. Doughnuts from the boss equal love for the boss, and everyone knows it’s a wicked little trick, but I’ve been distracted. Haven’t I?
The world is strange, and I like to maintain my wonder. The person who wears a shirt with their own face on it deserves a moment’s observation. I hope I’ve garnered that. Well, have a nice day, and if you boss doesn’t own a shirt with their face on it, at lease you’ve got that. Right? Happy Friday.
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