Jami Has No Great Depth.

If you didn't read yesterday's post, it's about some underwear which I don't really like, but never throw away. I reread it this morning and felt like I was stretching for something I couldn't quite grasp. Was I trying to say that there are certain things in life one puts up with because.... of something...? That I settle for less than the best? Was the whole panties problem a metaphor for something greater? No. It really wasn't. I wrote it in a few minutes because it amused me that I have a pair of undies that I really and truly think of as "the least favorite underwear" and that's it. No more. But part of me is even more amused at the idea that I almost tricked myself. Looking for a hidden meaning in my underwear drawer, as it were. And of course, this leads me to imagine ("Scrubs"-style for fans of that show) a classroom of college kids debating with a ponytailed professor the finer points of that post. "But don't you see, class, how the cut of the leg holes is not bad, but also not right? Because what Jami is trying to say here is that just because something doesn't suit our tastes, it may not be wrong. The author is still embracing the wrong panties, because they have intrinsic value, even if they are not the most beautiful ones . . . " So, in case you were wondering, there is no symbolism. No secret message, no deeper meaning and in fact, I wrote this entire post so I could publish this one sentence: Sorry, there's nothing hidden in my drawers.