September 19, 2009

Vice city.

I pulled them from my purse and my computer bag then threw them in my drawers trying to look casual and inconspicuous. But as with most neon colored things they tend to attract attention.

"You had more of them?!"

I looked over my shoulder at my roommate who was putting away her snacks, smiling slightly I shrugged continuing to stuff tank tops into the drawer.

Its so hard to pass up tank tops, I guess there may favorite item of clothing because I can wear them without anything over them and look cool, under a t-shirt to make the shirt longer, and at the end of the day I can just peel off the top layer and wear it as a night shirt. THE LOGIC IS UNQUESTIONABLE!

Everything in moderation, even moderation must be in moderation if I try and follow this proverb, Silly Aristotle. One of my few things I do in excess is own tank-tops, I think I may have close to twenty, which i find very reasonable and helpful when getting dressed in the morning. Maybe I'm just rationalizing my addiction.

My other vices, though, only are visible when I have access to them, gum for instance, I can only chew an excess of gum when I buy it, which is about once a year. Toffee is only consumed in mass quantities if my Dad brings them back on a business trip. I do sometimes admit to watching the ANTM marathons, for maybe the whole day. But none of my vices are very dangerous or even obvious.

People only talk about vice when it's in excess and not in shortage. For instance everyone talks about people who purposely take to much of a medication but no one cares if someone doesn't take their vitamins. No one cares if someone speaks to quietly but everyone is so rough on those poor loud talkers.

People mention when someone is in excess. It's actually kinda rude. No one even mentions if someone is getting less of what they need until its too late- anemia, anorexia, insomnia, when it becomes noticeable it earns an -ia suffix.

Maybe they have a cool name for someone who owns to many of one style of clothing so that next time the kid next to me in Philosophy says "Wow you own a whole lot of tank tops"

I can say "Yeah, its a symptom of my disorder, ittybittytopia."

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