Yellow Shirt.

For some reason, this story has stuck with me ever since it happened.

When I was in high school, we used to have PE classes. And every week after PE class we would bring a change of clothes. I always brought this plain yellow shirt. And I mean yellow. It was brighter-than-spongebob yellow. And it annoyed some of my friends (it was that yellow). Every week after PE class, at least one person would comment on how yellow my shirt was.

So one day, I was wearing that yellow shirt and I sat in the corner of the class for maths period. Then this girl sitting in front of me turned and saw me, she said “I like your shirt.” That made my day.

I mean, I wasn’t going to stop wearing that shirt even if nobody said they liked it. But I guess it’s nice to be reassured, or encouraged, or complimented once in a while.

I guess if there is a moral to this story it would be: be nice? You only have to spare one breath of your day to say something like “I like your shirt”, and it doesn’t cost anything.

and if anybody reading this is wondering, the word ‘yellow’ appeared 8 times in this post, including this one.