When I was twelve or thirteen, I had this issue with new things. My mom bought me a pair of white tennies and when I went to my church activity that night, (wearing them of course), I asked my friends to step on them with their dirty shoes, just so they wouldn’t be so sparkling white. Why I didn’t want clean shoes, I have no idea.
In high school I started buying converse. I would dirty those up very quickly, cause it was so popular to have disgusting shoes full of holes, written all over, and covered in dirt. [note: it probably wasn’t popular — I was just a moron]
Then a year and a half ago, I bought my first painting apron. It was clean and new without a spot of paint on it. I would purposely get paint on my fingers and wipe them on my apron so it wasn’t so clean and perfect. Because without a spot of paint on my apron, I looked like a new painter….and I certainly didn’t want that.
Now I really can’t see the point in all of that. I like clean shoes, and I like clean clothes. And I even want a new painting apron since mine is so caked with dry paint. So dumb.
Tell me I’m not the only one who went through that phase. [disregard the fact that the phase was like 10 years long…]