Somewhere along the line I made the point to stop telling people that I'm sad. I realized that in my case saying that I'm sad is a lot like telling people 'I am wearing a blue shirt.' First of all it shows, quite clearly. It's not even ambiguously blue, my sadness. More importantly, saying my shirt is blue doesn't really engender any real meaningful discussions about the nature of my shirt.
Most people can only really respond with a sort of uncomfortable laughter. A chuckle, followed by, "...and so?". No, it makes no sense to state the obvious about my shirt. All I can really hope is that someone asks, "So where did you get your sadness?" or "How much did your sadness cost you?" Or in my special tailored case, because I've invested more heavily into my appearance than what lies beneath, I often hope someone remarks, "I must say, you wear your sadness very well, it fits you well."
Again, my shirts are tailored so I can never really tell people what their true origins were, who knows, so I end up telling people "Well this sadness I just picked up last week. The sadness I was wearing yesterday is old, from a purchase I made last year."
As for the price, luckily there is no price or discernible barcode in my store of dignity, so I used to assume each shirt was relatively expensive until I made my way to the register. The last few shirts I purchased were a real drag. So I've become very cost sensitive, pre-purchase.'
As for the fit, well with all fabrics there is a cost per square inch. If I lost some weight I think my next shirt wouldn't cost me so much pain.
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