For the past year now, I’ve been suffering from a bit of conversational deja vu.  Every few days or so I keep getting caught in these identical discussions wherein I’ll tell someone that I don’t own a single item of black clothing and they’ll proceed to tell me in so many words that I’m insane.  For the first few months that I had these sorts of conversations I felt some form of superiority over whoever I was talking to, as if my choice to abstain from wearing black somehow made me better than them.  There were even times where I’d go as far as to say that wearing black was lazy, a shortcut to looking well-dressed.

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