The other day, although this has also happened from time to time in the past, i caught a glimpse of myself, and an accidental one at that. I saw how nice the collar of my shirt was. How well cut it was. How it sat perfectly inside the lapels of my suit. It lasted no more than a second but I liked the way my collar looked. It looked better than anyone else's and that made me feel a little more special.

I don't look in the mirror much during the day past fixing myself up in the men's room. that's always face forwars and thus i a;lways see my clothes in the same way day after day. My glimpse of the cut of my collar was caught in a mirror like store window. it was a pleasant surprise, almost like admiring it for the first time again.