I’ve noticed over the course of this year, I seem to care less and less. I always loved to examine everything and everyone. I’d sit down at a coffee shop and listen to the couple sitting in the table next to mine argue. It would usually be about something petty or valueless but seemed to rise into something more. I guess in time it was only fair that I’d step back and examine myself. I noticed the hole in my shirt yesterday as I was getting my cup of coffee.(Oh how I’ve become an addict to my one of many weaknesses, caffeine) The man behind the counter was staring obviously not at my face when he handed me my cup. “HEY, I’m up here!” I barked. Everyone in the coffee shop over heard me and looked up not caring anymore what 6 across was. (It was coffee, by the way) The man’s face turned bright red, “No, no, I wasn’t looking at your” he paused “-hole!” he shouted. “you’re looking at my hole?” I was confused at this point, and felt a little sorry for the guy. I took my cappuccino and left the shop, only to discover when I got home there was the biggest and most awkward hole in my shirt. I was going to apologize to the man the next day, but I forgot. What’s funny though is for some reason I keep forgetting about the hole and still wear the same shirt from time to time. Maybe I self-consciously do it for attention or maybe I’m just forgetful minded.