Pass The Brass

The truth is that no matter how many times you may hear or even say that line, we all do. It’s in our nature. Besides…first impressions are what we base our lives off of, so of course your going to judge a book by it’s cover.

It’s amazing how much such a simple piece of clothing can do for your appearance. I’m talkin’ about a collar. Funny thing is, I never wear collars unless I’m goin to church or I’m wearing my Dress Blues or Class A’s. Other than that, you will never catch me wearing a collar on a daily basis. My wardrobe consists of t-shirts and a few pairs of pants. There are no pollo’s and very few collared button up shirts. But now that I have a new job that entitles me to wear civilian clothing on certain work days, depending on the type of work I will be doing, I now have to put into consideration that I need to maintain a well kept and professional appearance when I do wear “civvies” to werk. Bummer.

So today I’m going through my closet puttin some clothes away and I grab one of my button up shirts to try it on and see if it still fit me well enough to be suitable for werk duties. Of course I could have just guessed right off the bat that it would…I am cursed with an unchanging pysique. I have never been able to put on any mass since high school. I have hovered around 165 piounds for the past 7 years or so. It’s odd, but oh well. So anyway, I try on the shirt and It fits well enough to wear. It’s a rather comfortable shirt to wear and seeing as the weather has been pretty chilly as of late, I decided to wear it the rest of the evening. So I get out my slacks and and my Chucks and grab my Ray Ban shades to complete my “ensemble” and lo and behold…there in the mirror before me stands a crpss between some secret agent and some…uh…guy in all black. ‘Cept now I have a collar.

So I go about my daily business and can’t help but notice that I keep seeing people looking at me. Maybe it’s just a good day for me or something, but I never had people take as much notice of me as when I wore a collar. And being the loner I am…it was somewhat unnerving. I prefer to be the one who hides out in the corner of the room and observes everyone else while I fade away into the background noise, now it seems that my wearing of a collared shirt has projected me to the front lines of everyday fashionable life. I could not help but think to myself, “So this is what fashion moguls do. They spend so much time in front of a mirror getting all of their clothes to look all snazzy so they can go out and have people stare at them.” I now understand why people spend sop much time in front of mirrors. Pretty stupid if you ask me. I decide to wear a shirt or the comfort reasons and I end up getting a bunch of people looking at me which just makes me feel like some kind of abnormality thus defeating the whole comfort thing as now I am running indoors to escape all of those peering eye’s.

Anyway, I just thought I would post my “observations” on this subject. Wow….this thing is really turning into a freakin diary. BWAAA HAHAHAHAAAA!! Oh well, come whatever may.

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