I’m an odd bird. I won’t dispute this unequivocal fact.
One of the many traits that makes me such an odd bird is that I have an uncanny ability to remember, of all things, articles of clothing. It’s not unusual for me to remember what I was wearing on a certain day, or even someone else. Part of me likes to think that this will come in handy one day when I describe to my next future girlfriend (whomever she may be) the first time I met her and she (hopefully) swoons.
More often than not, it’s just a random-ass quirk I have that serves no purpose in everyday life (or at all, really).
What’s funny is that I put up a post late last night and included a photo from when I spoke at an elementary school class. When I went to work today, the kid in that photo showed up at the game. I recognized him instantly.
When his mother came up to me after the game saying her son wanted a picture, I happily obliged. I told her that I not only remembered him, but that I was wearing the exact same shirt as that day. To make things even weirder, I’ve probably only worn that shirt five times since I met him over a year ago.
I don’t know, I thought it was random as hell. There’s no real point to this post. I just wrote it for shirts and giggles.
