So a former roommate of mine who I hope to never see again, donated me some of her old clothes. I said I’d look through them but she proceeded to dump three boxes of shit in my room. I slowly went through them till I gave up since the boxes comprised of cheap shit you’d buy at Walmart or Winners. Really bad brands, fabrics, cuts - clothes you didn’t really buy to wear over and over again, but were worn over and over again and washed and shrunk and stained and painted. Everything was worthless. All the clothes were just awful. I can’t even donate them to Value Village. There’s some Apple Bottom Jeans in there that really scare me because those are straight up haunted jeans from the 2000s. Anyone who wore those would drink high balls and snort cocaine off dirty toilet paper dispensers in crappy nightclubs in Duncan. Apple Bottom jeans...Those were like one of those pricier brands that absolutely crashed after a few years and you never heard from them again. I took a look at them and touched them a bit and could feel the desperation the last person who wore them had. These were jeans that were bought in an attempt to remain relevant. To stay hip. To be in the cool group, despite the fact that the owner was in their late thirties or forties. I don’t know. I imagine they were worn with sexy fuck me boots and a tight, rhinestoned top from Suzy Sheer. Polyester blends, stiff labels that poked into your skin, slim fitting denim that was too long for women under 5′6 but they’d wear it anyway. On wet days the jeans would absorb water from the ground and climb upwards toward the mid calf of the person who’s wearing it. Awful stuff. All of these clothes represent a lifetime of bad taste. Nothing in here could ever be brought back as retro because the fabrics are too cheap, too stained, too polyester, too man-made. Everything smells vaguely of Exclamation perfume. Various items are shrunk oddly because they were put in the dryer when they shouldn’t have been. All ugh. Everything is terrible. I hate everything in this pile of clothes. They are what McDonalds is to fine food - only they are old McDonalds food that was tossed in the garbage and messed with by a bunch of filthy raccoons. I need to get rid of it or it will consume my life. Honestly they are a burden I’ve been carrying around for weeks now and there’s just something so impossible about bringing myself to throw them out because I don’t want to touch them at all - even to get rid of them. I hate them. I HATE THEM.
