Clothes and Me

I used to entertain my friends by naming off all my OCD tendencies. One of their favorites was the pajama one.

When I was living with my (now) ex (‘now’ put in there to distinguish from the idea that I was ever actually living with someone who was my ex-boyfriend at the time, Lovemakers style), I had a system going. One night I would wear a skimpy tank-top to bed, the next night I would wear one of his t-shirts (you know, like his old gym shirts, or sports shirts, that kind of thing). As far as I know, I started up this practice shortly after we moved in together. We lived together for just under three years. HE NEVER NOTICED.

In fact, he never noticed any of the OCD things I did. And I never brought them up, afraid that he would think me totally nuts.

The new BF, he knows all the insanity (I even showed him the Muppet cards) (I don’t want to talk about it). In fact, he reads this blog. Huh. Odd. I need to stop being so blatantly honest.

When I worked at the preschool, I made a rule where I would wear skirts on MWF, and shorts on Tuesday Thursday (unless it was the other way around, it’s been over a year since I worked there). But once I started working at the startup, I couldn’t wear shorts. So I made a new rule that was a black based outfit on MWF, and then a brown based outfit on the other two days.

I don’t think anyone would have noticed there either except that I brought it up at some point. I’m kind of a joke to myself, so I make myself a joke to others (I’m sure that’s a whole other blog post).

Eventually, the black/brown thing wasn’t enough, my brain wanted a better system (although the black/brown thing was part of the system). So over the summer, I came up with a chart. I don’t want to talk about that either. It’s still new, so you’ll just have to wait until the more normal part of my brain acclimates to it and finds it funny instead of slightly disturbing and definitely neurotic.

TGIFABWFNA! (Thank god I found a boyfriend who finds neuroses attractive!)