It happened today as I sorted my laundry separating the light from the dark set of clothes. That's when I noticed that my favorite pair of Uniqlo black skinny jeans had a large hole in the crotch area from over wearing. I contemplated repairing them but with the severity of the hole in the fabric it would be pointless.
Normally I would go out and buy another pair to replace something that made me feel like Mick Jagger or the bassist of the Ramones, but looking at my tattered pair of denim, I knew what I had to do. I had to move on.
It's not the jeans, it's me. As a guy who's thirty-something, it just didn't make sense for me to try to be something I'm not or will ever be, and that would be a young twenty-year old rock star at the peak of his sex infested career. Sure, I can belt all the songs on Guns and Roses Appetite for Destruction album like it's my job at a karaoke bar, but when it comes to real life, these jeans just won't do any more.
It's time to become the rock star moving into middle age gracefully. Even Mick Jagger looks like he should retire the silk blouse and spandex jeans. I don't want to lose my edge or dreams, but I don't want to look like a try-hard either. Sorry skinny jeans, we've grown apart. I'll tell the kids about you.
Yes, I said good-bye to my pair of black skinny jeans.
No, I'm not going to buy another pair.
Maybe, I will transition to wearing slim fit jeans instead.
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