Now to you regular everyday semi-sentient types, who's purchases of clothing generally go with the flow, this may not seem such an unusual thing. Something like the following may come into your mind, "Big whoop dleetr, i've got several in my closet, several on my floor and have just donated an whole mess of my old pairs to the salvation army".
But to me this is a watershed, i never wear jeans. How this state of affairs came about i can't recall. Perhaps it's because i didn't like the style, or maybe it was some rebellious slant against the common. I can't even remember any more what brought me to the condition of dislike and so avoiding buying and wearing, what is one of the most universally owned western clothing items.
Well until the other day, a day at the sales. My mind rushing with transaction endorphins the pair presented to me on a rack surrounded by the more staid trousers that i would normally be satisfied outfitting my legs in, and before any more thinking was allowed to occur, i'm in my car driving home thinking, "holy fuck i now own a pair of jeans! All these years of silent protest against those blue monstrosities now all for nought. Please brain explain, put a positive spin on what just happened to me because of you"
Well my brain must have listened, whirred away it's complicated calculations for the remainder of the drive. Because once i arrived home and unloaded the bags unto the bed to check out the days treasure collection, I put the pair on and they stayed on. Out to the burger joint to make food purchases, they came with me. Lounging around on the couch, there they were as well. Not offensive, not uncomfortable just a pair of trousers only blue.
So now i've joined the workaday masses and have a pair of jeans, hrm sorry blue trousers. (and I don't think i'll ever get over it)