Don’t you hate it when something goes wrong after a perfect day? That’s just what happened on Saturdat after I was all high on life from going on a long run and a bike ride on the most beautiful sunny morning then helping kids be safe by checking their car seat installation at a car seat check point and then visiting one of my favorite people in the world for a few hours. Up to this point, perfect. But that’s when disaster struck. So after visiting my friend, I was on my way to meet my mom to go to Jane Eyre and I got sidetracked at Kohl’s because I wanted to return one thing and ended up trying on all these other things, (BTW I’m always getting sidetracked by SOMETHING, I swear, it’s so annoying, and hoping time will stop for me and seriously thinking in my mind that it will, then having anxiety when it inevitably doesn’t). So anyway, I was all late and told my mom just to meet me at a grocery store by the freeway so we wouldn’t be late.
I took my clothes into Harmon’s to change since I was still wearing a shirt that said, “The following seat check has been reviewed for all audiences and has been rated safe for all passengers” which is a great shirt, very clever, designed like a movie rating, but I didn’t want to wear that shirt to the movie, naturally. Well as I went to change I got distracted by the candy aisle and as I was hurriedly picking some out I noticed that my FAVORITE shirt was gone from my pile of stuff in my hand. When I say favorite, I mean favored among other shirts, prized, cherished, loved. In fact, I thought I’d lost it in the move and just TWO DAYS AGO found it at the back of my closet and got so freaking excited that I may or may not have kissed it. I view clothes as more than just a way to look cute or cool or whatever other purposes it can serve, but as a way to express yourself. I like clothes that are a little different, unique, funky. And this shirt was so amazing—pink with this purple neckline of pattern, in the shape of a necklace. Some people thought they were feathers, some thought it was a doily, others thought it was a necklace. I just thought it was my favorite shirt. And the sleeves very really unique and the cut of the bottom torso area was really cool. Amazing. It’s a shirt that’s irreplaceable. I got it at Uptown Cheapskates so there’s no knowing its history to go buy a new one. Here I had this high peak of happiness in finding it after it being considered lost and then it just went to a low sad state of sorrow to know it’s gone forever.
I hunted the one isle I had entered in Harmon’s back and forth, back and forth, like some kind of lunatic or hunter, either way, maybe they’re one in the same. I even asked them to make a page, “If anyone finds a pink blouse, please bring it to the lost and found” and left my phone number. What a sad sad day. I can’t figure out where it could have gone. The result--the loss of a favorite, irreplaceable piece of self-expression and the fact I had to wear my t-shirt with a movie rating theme to a movie theater. I was the girl that looked like she had dressed up for the movie by wearing her matching movie shirt. Next time I go bowling, why don’t I wear a shirt with a bowling lane on it, of if I go to a restaurant, I can wear a shirt with a kitchen on it, or if I go miniature golfing I’ll make sure to have a putting hole surrounded by a pirate obstacle course that you have to hit the ball in the pirate’s mouth, because why wouldn’t I want to match my outing. And I had an extremely hard time enjoying the movie because I kept worrying about my lost shirt, hoping and wondering if someone had turned it in, wondering where it could be and sad that it had all happened like it did.
This whole experience really got me thinking about how sometimes we can lose things that are important to us, the losing of which could have been totally prevented. In my case, poor planning and trying to fit too much into a short timespan was the cause of my shirt loss, since I was planning at changing at my parent’s house, not at a grocery store. So lame. But what we can lose can be a lot worse than a favorite shirt, as tragic as it was. We can lose people we love because of our selfishness or because of our bad habits or because of a million other reasons. We can lose jobs because of laziness or we can even lose our lives from negligence like driving with cell phones. There are so many things that we lose that don’t have to be lost if we just acted differently. And sometimes we lose what’s most important for what we want at the moment. Yeah I wanted to try on clothes, but I kinda even dislike Kohl’s and it wasn’t nearly as important or relevant to me as that favorite shirt. It’s never worth losing what we want the most for what we want at the moment, or even just from our own carelessness.
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