I have this purple shirt.
A solid-colored, long-sleeved, button-down purple dress shirt. I love this shirt and think I look great in it. I like wearing it un-tucked over bulejeans with black dressy shoes. With that outfit on I feel special-sporty.
Problem is, everyone makes fun of my purple shirt. No, not like some kind of bullying that’s serious – but that all-in-good-fun ribbing that you get from your coworkers. People walk into my cubicle and feign shock and say things like, “Whoa, what’s up purple shirt?”
I laugh, because it’s funny; but maybe, just maybe, my purple shirt ain’t doing quite as much for me as I like to think it is. I find this hard to believe. Again, this shirt basically makes me into a paramount of fashion, I know this for a fact in my own mind. Yet, still, people look at my shirt and take verbal jabs.
Come to think of it, I don’t see a lot of other men wearing purple. I think I might be the only guy at the office who even owns a purple shirt. But on the other hand that just means it’s all the more awesome.
No wonder people are making fun of it, they are clearly jealous. As I stride around in the color of kings they weep.
That’s got to be it.
Oh hey, before I go, I stumbled upon this Wikipedia link the other day and felt extremely validated.