Yesterday I was thinking about some of the things Oui and I need to do before we leave Thailand, one of them being buy new clothes. I instantly thought of underwear because I need some new ones, which lead me to thinking about the experience of wearing a new pair of undies. I’m not talking about any old pair I bought in a six-pack from Kmart, I’m talking about the nice ones that cost too much.
I got to thinking about the experience of when I first wear such a pair of undies, where I’d be prancing my way around thinking I’m king-shit because I’ve got my awesome new undies on – despite the fact that noone has a clue about my new undies. It made me smile that something so inconsequential can have such an affect on your mood, and now I’m trying to convince myself to somehow have the new undies feeling all the time! It’s all in my mind!
My train of thought can take me to strange places sometimes. Is anyone else like this?
