At this point in the night I have a strong likelihood of staying in my apartment and writing. I may just wrapped up in my own world in here. I might not see anyone at all tonight. I feel fine about that.
But as I was putting on the shirt, or as I was getting ready to put it on, as I was picking it out, I was struck by the strangeness of putting on a shirt that I like when the likelihood of no one seeing it is very low.
Why would I wear a shirt that looks good when I don't think anyone will see me wearing it? Why do I wear the clothes that I do? It seems like it would be better if someone were to see me wearing it. It seems silly to just admire my own clothing alone in a room. But I did it anyways.
I'm wearing the shirt. Perhaps I'm simply imagining someone looking at me wearing it and that is good enough for me. I just don't like clothes all the time.