It started off innocently enough. It always does, doesn’t it? I just wanted to try it out. See what the hype was about. So I did. It’s fun. I said to myself, “Yeah. This fits.”
So I began to enjoy it on a somewhat regular basis. It slowly became part of my life. Not an everyday thing, mind you, not yet. But when the situation was right, there was no saying no. I was living the good life, everything seemed to be brighter and more colorful than ever before.
Hell, everybody’s done it at one time or another. But I was being drawn into a world from which it’s hard to escape. My friends would get me some for my birthday or something, and we’d all have a good laugh. But they didn’t notice the gleam in my eye when I opened those presents. They didn’t know how much it meant to me.
It dawned on them soon enough. After a while, the jokes dwindled away. The gifts stopped coming. I didn’t notice. An addict always is the last to know, right? What once was a happy thing enjoyed by all became the source of uncomfortable silences. I got strange looks just walking down the street, and I wondered how those random folks knew.
My friends and family even tried to stage an intervention. “Sure, everybody has some fun now and then,” they said, “but you’re taking it too far. I mean, come on man, every day?”
I haven’t hit rock bottom yet. I’m still in denial. But maybe it’s time for me to just come out and admit it: I’m turning into the fat guy who has too many Hawaiian shirts.
nice, gave me a chuckle. My buddy’s turning into one of those. His work instituted a policy where, instead of wearing a shirt and tie (he’s a bartender) he can just come to work in a hawaiian shirt. I think it’s the end of civilization
Is there a support group or something for this? My poor nephew who’s only 11 and just a bit chunky is already starting to favor the Hawaiian shirts… we need to stop it D=
I was thinking seriously about sending a resume to a place in Hawaii, but the position’s not open any more. Does that count, or should I start drinking?*
Ahaha, this is fantastic.
Too many Hawaiian shirts? No such thinggg!!!
This reminds me of an episode of How I met Your Mother when they stage interventions over random things… so funny. You should watch!
I thought it was gay guys and big fat party animals. At least according to Homer it is. I have a closet full of Hawaiian shirts, and I don’t think it’s a problem. I can stop at any time.
