― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish
Those are trying times if you ask me. Times when I nearly pop a vein on my temple trying to decide whether to stay put or be on the go. Times like these my brain waves go hysterical like the prints on my pants and yet are continually intertwining in attempts to find the best logical step with lesser mistakes and regrets. Those times I wish I had a strong virtuous attribute like faith and hope, but my faith sometimes is fickle such that when I should stay put I panic and go out. And when I should go, go, go, I stay glued in place.
It was a go-go with these pants the first time I saw them.