Changing Rooms

Through the holidays I found myself once again in a fitting room trying on possible new clothes. There are several reasons I don't like fitting rooms such as trying not to think about how many disgusting people have sat in the chair/bench in the process of trying on new pants. On a deeper level I have a odd irrational fear of fitting rooms. No matter what, when I try on new pants I have to check the mirror six or seven times before exiting to make sure I'm wearing pants, and they're mine. I can look in the mirror and touch them making sure I'm wearing pants but as soon as that door comes open I have to turn around and check a couple more times that my pud isn't hanging out.