Sean B. Fitzgerald It doesn’t go something like this, it goes exactly like this.

Excess

I often do things in excess. Not bad things. Just things in general. Moderation is not in my vocabulary.

Take for instance, clothing. Being that I'm a guy, I really don't care for clothing in particular. On the rare occasions that I'm shopping for clothes, it's strictly out of necessity. I may need a dress shirt for an interview or I may need more boxer briefs because my others have *cough* disappeared. A majority of my day-to-day wear consists of old t-shirts from charity walks and my one pair of jeans. While at home, I wear one of my thousand pairs of basketball shorts and dress socks (because dress socks are always more comfortable than scratchy tube socks).

There are times however when there is a certain article of clothing that I love. It may be a gift, a cheap purchase, or a lucky find at the bottom of my dresser. About two weeks ago, I bought a cheap "Army Football" hooded sweatshirt because I felt I needed something for the upcoming winter.

I won't lie to you. It is the perfect sweatshirt. It's gray color matches perfectly with any type of pants or jeans. Like most hooded sweatshirts, it covers any torso imperfections the slightly out-of-shape 21-year old possesses. And the inner-lining is as soft as a polar bear baby's bottom. Every time I put it on, I feel like I'm wearing a pillow.

The preceding are the reasons why I have worn the "Army" sweatshirt for 11 of the past 14 days. Throwing that hoodie on before I head to school is so much easier than spending time debating what I'm going to wear (not that I do much debating otherwise). It's made ever so sweet by the fact that I commute to school and know little to no people in my classes. Therefore I don't have to worry about the thoughts of others. It's win-win! I get to feel comfortable, avoid decisions, and ignore the possible fashion discrimination from my fellow classmates.

I might just throw out the rest of my clothes.