Lessons I Learned from a Long-sleeved Shirt
It seemed like it was going to be just another, ordinary Friday. School was going to be boring, unexciting, and quite too slow. As I was looking at the shirts laid out in my drawer, I decided that I would wear one I had never worn before. It was a gray, long-sleeved shirt that I was given a few months back. It looked suspiciously like a shirt my friend owned, but my mom had assured me that it was kept in a box in the basement for at least five years.
Normally, I don't wear long-sleeved shirts. To be honest, I hadn't worn one for at least ten years. Apparently my subconscious decided that I'd like to feel self-conscious today. In addition, I felt like I should wear a bright yellow sweatshirt to keep the cold out while I walk from my house to my bus stop.
After I put on that shirt, I knew that it wasn't going to be an ordinary day. It wasn't until I got to school that I realized that something was different. As I stood in a group of friends, I suddenly had the strongest urge to began dancing. With jazz hands. I stood indecisively, giving serious consideration whether I wanted to begin dancing with jazz hands in the middle of the school. Eventually, I just decided to talk about it, saying that I had the strongest urge to dance and began to imitate what sort of dance I would have done, which really defeated the purpose of not dancing.
That was the first incident. Throughout the day, I found myself strangely impulsive-and not the bad impulsive either-and sociable. For instance, I was actually able to hold a conversation with someone I barely knew and not allow it to putter into awkward silence. At the end of the day, I was able to actually seem like a socialable student.
Of course, I don't want you to think I'm antisocial. Rather, I'm just not very good around people I only sort-of know. I can talk to my friends for hours at a time, but when meeting new people or talking to people that aren't really my friends, I encounter a few problems. But not the day I wore the long-sleeved shirt.
I do not know whether the shirt itself possesses some magical quality or if the shirt just brought me out of my comfort zone, and that is why I had ease when speaking to people. Either way. I don't really care. It did leave me with a long-term effect, though. I slowly find myself able to converse freely and keep the interest of people easier.
Even months later, I can still see the effects. I have made new friends (even if it took me several weeks of sitting oddly in the corner, reading). I have remade connections with old friends. I have even been more popular with current friends!
I may say that it was the shirt that did it, and that's the only reason, and it's true. The shirt taught me that I can step out of my comfort zone. It taught me that it's fun to be sociable. It taught me to be more outgoing.
This may not be the best way to end an essay, but I've seriously ran out of material. So, yeah, uh.... be excellent to each other.
Oh, and um... peace out.
Normally, I don't wear long-sleeved shirts. To be honest, I hadn't worn one for at least ten years. Apparently my subconscious decided that I'd like to feel self-conscious today. In addition, I felt like I should wear a bright yellow sweatshirt to keep the cold out while I walk from my house to my bus stop.
After I put on that shirt, I knew that it wasn't going to be an ordinary day. It wasn't until I got to school that I realized that something was different. As I stood in a group of friends, I suddenly had the strongest urge to began dancing. With jazz hands. I stood indecisively, giving serious consideration whether I wanted to begin dancing with jazz hands in the middle of the school. Eventually, I just decided to talk about it, saying that I had the strongest urge to dance and began to imitate what sort of dance I would have done, which really defeated the purpose of not dancing.
That was the first incident. Throughout the day, I found myself strangely impulsive-and not the bad impulsive either-and sociable. For instance, I was actually able to hold a conversation with someone I barely knew and not allow it to putter into awkward silence. At the end of the day, I was able to actually seem like a socialable student.
Of course, I don't want you to think I'm antisocial. Rather, I'm just not very good around people I only sort-of know. I can talk to my friends for hours at a time, but when meeting new people or talking to people that aren't really my friends, I encounter a few problems. But not the day I wore the long-sleeved shirt.
I do not know whether the shirt itself possesses some magical quality or if the shirt just brought me out of my comfort zone, and that is why I had ease when speaking to people. Either way. I don't really care. It did leave me with a long-term effect, though. I slowly find myself able to converse freely and keep the interest of people easier.
Even months later, I can still see the effects. I have made new friends (even if it took me several weeks of sitting oddly in the corner, reading). I have remade connections with old friends. I have even been more popular with current friends!
I may say that it was the shirt that did it, and that's the only reason, and it's true. The shirt taught me that I can step out of my comfort zone. It taught me that it's fun to be sociable. It taught me to be more outgoing.
This may not be the best way to end an essay, but I've seriously ran out of material. So, yeah, uh.... be excellent to each other.
Oh, and um... peace out.
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