My New Shirt.

Yesterday I bought a new shirt.  Seems null, average, mundane…  But it was the first new shirt I’ve bought in quite some time.  Today as I put on my new shirt I felt a like a new man.  I looked sharp, grown up, educated, and powerful.  

And then I looked at Instagram and saw my ex girlfriends lovely post of her new happy times basking in the sun with her new boyfriend.  So I harnessed the power of my new self in my new shirt.  I clicked the indicator that I was, indeed pathetically, still following her, and almost pressed “Unfollow”.  This fucking shirt is broken, I’m taking it back.