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Morning Crisis

Choosing a shirt in the morning for office is like choosing a groom for your daughter.

  • You know they were all good once upon a time.
  • You know they're ruined now and not worthy anymore.
  • You know time is running out.
  • You know you must choose one among them.
  • You arrive at your choice by the process of rejection, not selection.
  • You reject all initially, then become a bit more tolerant.
  • Once you acquiesce, you discover flaws so glaring, you almost decide to go back to square one.
  • Finally frustrated, you give up and accept fate.
  • You still harbor a secret desire to accidentally discover the right one.

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