Tonight’s packing-induced revelation
I am somehow taken by surprise every time I notice something is wearing out.
What, you mean I can’t wear a pair of pants, or a shirt, or shoes, for eight or ten years and have them still be in good condition? You mean these things are less durable than, say, the Pyramids of Giza?
Somehow this both startles and offends me, as if it is not the natural order of things.
Well, at least I get my money’s worth out of what I own. But it’s very annoying to me when something falls apart after less than a decade of constant wear. I mean, really.