One of the issues with being a manlet (5'3) is that one isn't even capable of dressing up in a way that looks remotely pleasant.
It's actually rather humourous when one dwells on it—blue-pillers will be adamant that you simply have to 'put on good clothes' or whatever other monotonous spiel they churn out. However, how are you really meant to do that as a manlet?
This all stems from the fact that I recently purchased a suit coat at Goodwill (just began for frugalcels) simply because it was a really great quality, a really nice black, and extremely affordable. Still, now that I really look at myself with it on (excluding my face because I don't look at my face in mirrors), I can't help but realize that I really do look ridiculous in it. I can't help but get this feeling that it looks something like a kid trying to play 'grown-up...'
It's rather tragic, really, I often think up various outfit designs that I think would look extraordinary. Just the other day I thought up of a rather simple design—black jeans, a black knitted turtleneck, a dark trench coat with crimson lining, fingerless gloves, and for flair, a blood-red, crimson-colored glass bell—just small enough to be attached to the belt loop on the left side of one's jeans, flashing itself occasionaly as one walks.
Well... at least I thought it looked nice... I've certainly never been one to call myself 'fashionable...'
Still, it's for naught—fashionable or not, it would never look good on me. Nothing I consider would ever look good on me—it'd just look utterly ridiculous.
Such is the life of a short bum, I suppose.
It's actually rather humourous when one dwells on it—blue-pillers will be adamant that you simply have to 'put on good clothes' or whatever other monotonous spiel they churn out. However, how are you really meant to do that as a manlet?
This all stems from the fact that I recently purchased a suit coat at Goodwill (just began for frugalcels) simply because it was a really great quality, a really nice black, and extremely affordable. Still, now that I really look at myself with it on (excluding my face because I don't look at my face in mirrors), I can't help but realize that I really do look ridiculous in it. I can't help but get this feeling that it looks something like a kid trying to play 'grown-up...'
It's rather tragic, really, I often think up various outfit designs that I think would look extraordinary. Just the other day I thought up of a rather simple design—black jeans, a black knitted turtleneck, a dark trench coat with crimson lining, fingerless gloves, and for flair, a blood-red, crimson-colored glass bell—just small enough to be attached to the belt loop on the left side of one's jeans, flashing itself occasionaly as one walks.
Well... at least I thought it looked nice... I've certainly never been one to call myself 'fashionable...'
Still, it's for naught—fashionable or not, it would never look good on me. Nothing I consider would ever look good on me—it'd just look utterly ridiculous.
Such is the life of a short bum, I suppose.
