When you come home you set fire to your house then you go out into your backyard to watch it burn. Your neighbor comes into your yard to congratulate you on making the big move. You tell him thanks, it just felt like it was time to make a change. The wall of the dining room crumbles. The bay window bursts. He asks if you saved anything. You open a trash bag full of sweaters that you knitted over the past year and a half. All these sweaters are my ticket out of this life you tell him. Once I open up my own store I’m on easy street. He looks through the bag and thinks the sweaters are hideous and misshapen but doesn’t tell you. He wants you to open the sweater shop and fail. Everyone wants you to fail so they can feel justified in not burning down their own houses and opening their own sweater shops.
Happy All These Sweaters Day!
