Good Apparel

There was this building once. Some imposing Victorian edifice with nothing but forests around. I don’t know how I got there. One minute I was stuck in a corporate minefield, terror-filled, languishing, propped up in a sales meeting next to other nine-to-five corpses in suits. The next thing I knew, I was in a circle swapping coping mechanisms with other shellshocked survivors of life and mental misfits in gowns.

A small bearded man, who I later learned was in charge, crossed his short legs, leaned back, and stretched out his arms madly. ‘How about you. Yes you,’ he pointed. ‘What are your aspirations now you’re here?’

‘So, erm…I can put my socks on.’

‘Socks?’

‘Yeah, you know, those things you put on your feet to stop them sweating in shoes.’

‘I know what socks are. But that’s your main goal? To put socks on?’

‘It’s not my main goal, but it’s the only one I can think of right now,’ I said raising both bare feet in the air.

‘Well,’ he said rustling his beard, ‘it’s a good a place to start as any, I guess. It is all about emotional apparel, after all. You can put your feet down now.’

‘Emotional apparel?’

‘Hmm…How can I explain?’ he said rocking and hugging his shoulders. ‘Emotional apparel is what you wear in the morning, a bit like socks and pants no one else can see. They define how you feel for the rest of the day. You wear uncomfortable pants in the morning, you’re gonna be restless all day. Same with socks, put on a bad pair, walking’s gonna hurt. Life,’ he said slapping his cheeks, ‘is all about picking the right emotional apparel.’

Suddenly things slotted into place. My socks and pants were the problem. Over the winter, they put together an action plan so I could learn to wear socks with exuberance again, and avoid accidentally slipping on a pair of distressed pants in the process. It took some practice. I couldn’t get the hang of it until they forced pills down my throat; they kept my mind so wonderfully warm and cosy like a thick, knitted, cashmere beanie that the last thing I said as I walked into the forest was, ‘Now that,’ I said smacking my head with excitement, ‘is the mark of a good apparel. Thank you.’

© 2017 The Wasted Love Song
Image: Socks by Luca Prasso / CC BY

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9 Replies to “Good Apparel”

      1. Exactly which is why it’s so sad, you express it very deeply, profoundly! Your insight is amazing and needs to be shared, most can’t express it …

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      2. Thanks for reading, Kate. I do feel it’s important to share what we learn in life. And perhaps collectively we can all try and make some sense of a mad world together! 🙂

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      3. Very true, Kate. Sometimes the only way to truly learn something’s value is to lose it yourself. I’ve often said, I don’t regret the things I’ve suffered because it’s made me appreciate the fragility and beauty of life, it’s opened an invisible door that has always sat alongside, from where we may gleam the other, hidden, uglier side of life. But the ugliness is part of life’s tapestry, so we mustn’t ignore it if we desire to seek a complete picture. And who’s to say what is normality? Who’s to say which side of the looking glass we’re standing on? If you know, let me know!

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      4. Everything you say is so true .. what is normality? I believe every hardship we encounter is the lesson we need now. It’s our choice to listen and learn or blunder on in ignorant confusion. We need to embrace all our experiences in order to learn and grow. That’s how i live

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