Scrambler

‚ÄčAn Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

god damn idiot.

A few months ago, I purchased a shirt from Zara in Hong Kong airport on my way back to Sydney. After trying on the medium and the small, I went for the small: and so began a saga of me being a total fucking idiot.

I arrived in Sydney, and on Saturday night out decided to wear the new shirt. However, upon putting it on, it felt a little snug: however, if I stood still, I liked how it looked, so I wore it out (because I was OBVIOUSLY going to stand dead still all night).

About 8 minutes after leaving the house (juuuuust two far away to head home and change) it dawned on me that a) I was completely uncomfortable and b) I looked less cool than I thought. I then proceeded to twitch, jerk and basically inform everyone within sight that i was uncomfortable, and wanted to change. Luckily my sister brought me a T-Shirt, and all was well - I vowed to never wear the shirt again. However, being my mother’s son, I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out.

Skip forward 6 weeks.

After a delightful bought of gastro, I was getting dressed for work this morning and saw the shirt. Feeling slim (GOODBYE WATER WEIGHT), I put it on: and once again was sucked into it’s slimming charms.

Once again, I was wrong. After yet another uncomfortable day in the shirt, I gave in and went to Zara to buy a tee, and am now waiting for my co-workers to return to the office from lunch, and mock me.

I am a god damn idiot.