Can't love this enough.
I think it's interesting to look at stuff that I posted in here and see if I'm still "content." I ended up getting rid of the baseball jacket from my first post, and I only wear my CP boots sometimes. The white Balenciaga sneakers aren't worn anymore - I realized at some point in 2013 that I had been buying shoes that were too small for most of my life.
I don't really know if contentedness exists. Or maybe it's fleeting.
Aw, thanks, Synthese. Odd, the places looking at an old pair of boots will take you.
I know the contentedness I get from lacing up those Red Wings, for instance, only lasts a second or two and then I stop thinking about it, if I think about it at all. But if I add up all those seconds since 1990, I really got my $100 worth.
You make me think of all the sport coats I loved in my foolish youth, until I realized I'd been buying them too big and looked like Kirk Douglas swimming around in a giant boxy coat (that's on a good day; on a bad day I looked like David Byrne behind the wheel of a large automobile). The BB gun check hacking jacket was particularly hard to let go of; I felt like Cary Grant in it, until it dawned that a desire to look like Cary Grant shouldn't extend to wearing his jacket size.