Tailored

We always want to change what we have. Pick something up off the shelf and, instead of taking it as it is, we imagine all the things we could tweak slightly to make it perfect in our eyes. Take in the waist, fray the edges, add this, and remove that. Nothing is good enough. We don't see something we want, just something we can make into something we will want. And then what happens when you realize you can't fucking sew? You have no idea how to put on a button. You've just cut up what you thought could be perfect and are left with tatters and regrets that you tried to alter it in the first place. You could have had something wonderful, but instead of being happy with that you had to make it better. And now you're out in the cold with nothing. Next time.