Collecting things has always kind of been...my thing. When I was a little kid, I absolutely had to have every new GI Joe that came out. I had so many GI Joes that we had to build shelves in my room for them. When I was a teenager, I started in on collecting comic books. Comics were an obsession that lasts even to this very day, but when I got into college I began with a whole new collection...of Christmas t-shirts. I wanted to be different, and wearing nothing but Christmas t-shirts sure struck me as being different.
When I get an idea in my head like this, I really take the ball and run with it. Not only to I try to get a touchdown, but I run that park right out of the park like a modern day Forrest Gump. I felt like the whole college scene was way too dominated by what people wore and how they looked. I wanted to prove that you could wear something completely lame and still manage to have friends and dates. Before I knew it, I had around 15 of these Christmas t-shirts with Santas and snow and all kinds of ridiculous crap.
All of my weirdness paid off for me, though. One night I ended up in a long conversation with this extremely good looking girl who made my heart slam against my ribcage. I'm not talking about the kind of attraction that leads to a bedroom for a night and then a lifetime of awkward glances at the bar. I'm talking about love. This girl was smart, provocative, and sly. She was a challenge, and I loved that we spent the whole night fencing with our words. My stupid Christmas t-shirts never even came up in the conversation.
Things seemed to progress really quickly at this point. We spent more and more time together, became a charming couple that everyone liked, and then eventually moved into an apartment together. I had planned on staying single until I was out of college, but that plan didn't even matter any longer. All that mattered were my classes and my girlfriend. I knew I was hopelessly in love with her when I noticed her looking through my laundry and shaking her head disapprovingly and immediately hated all of those shirts. I didn't even have to ask her what was bothering her.
The time had come to put this Christmas t-shirts business behind me. Throwing them away seemed like a tragic waste, so my lady and I picked out a homeless mission to give them to. I was shocked to see how few normal clothes I had in my closet when we packed up somewhere around a hundred of these things. There was only a twinge of sadness when I gave them all away to that mission, but it didn't last. I had a sweet woman to keep me happy and my OCD was no match for her love.
After a few months, I had almost forgot about being the "Christmas guy". A couple of more months passed, and the actual Holiday was here. The one day a year when it would have been okay to wear those Christmas t-shirts and I didn't have any to put on. We decided to visit that same mission where my shirts were donated in order to help feed the homeless on Christmas Eve. That would never had occurred to me, but my girlfriend is a gentle soul and helping people was second nature to her. When we walked through the door, however, the whole world slowed down. There were so many people wearing the Christmas t-shirts I had given up that I was dumbfounded by the festive nature of it all. I felt a tear on my cheek and my girl have my hand a squeeze. I finally knew what this whole Christmas t-shirts thing should have been about all along.
When I get an idea in my head like this, I really take the ball and run with it. Not only to I try to get a touchdown, but I run that park right out of the park like a modern day Forrest Gump. I felt like the whole college scene was way too dominated by what people wore and how they looked. I wanted to prove that you could wear something completely lame and still manage to have friends and dates. Before I knew it, I had around 15 of these Christmas t-shirts with Santas and snow and all kinds of ridiculous crap.
All of my weirdness paid off for me, though. One night I ended up in a long conversation with this extremely good looking girl who made my heart slam against my ribcage. I'm not talking about the kind of attraction that leads to a bedroom for a night and then a lifetime of awkward glances at the bar. I'm talking about love. This girl was smart, provocative, and sly. She was a challenge, and I loved that we spent the whole night fencing with our words. My stupid Christmas t-shirts never even came up in the conversation.
Things seemed to progress really quickly at this point. We spent more and more time together, became a charming couple that everyone liked, and then eventually moved into an apartment together. I had planned on staying single until I was out of college, but that plan didn't even matter any longer. All that mattered were my classes and my girlfriend. I knew I was hopelessly in love with her when I noticed her looking through my laundry and shaking her head disapprovingly and immediately hated all of those shirts. I didn't even have to ask her what was bothering her.
The time had come to put this Christmas t-shirts business behind me. Throwing them away seemed like a tragic waste, so my lady and I picked out a homeless mission to give them to. I was shocked to see how few normal clothes I had in my closet when we packed up somewhere around a hundred of these things. There was only a twinge of sadness when I gave them all away to that mission, but it didn't last. I had a sweet woman to keep me happy and my OCD was no match for her love.
After a few months, I had almost forgot about being the "Christmas guy". A couple of more months passed, and the actual Holiday was here. The one day a year when it would have been okay to wear those Christmas t-shirts and I didn't have any to put on. We decided to visit that same mission where my shirts were donated in order to help feed the homeless on Christmas Eve. That would never had occurred to me, but my girlfriend is a gentle soul and helping people was second nature to her. When we walked through the door, however, the whole world slowed down. There were so many people wearing the Christmas t-shirts I had given up that I was dumbfounded by the festive nature of it all. I felt a tear on my cheek and my girl have my hand a squeeze. I finally knew what this whole Christmas t-shirts thing should have been about all along.
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