It’s the first of January 2026. You wear your t-shirt with the VHS cover art for 1992’s ‘Passenger 57’ on it. You bump into an old friend you haven’t seen in 10 years, let’s call him Sebastian McGillicuddy. You chit chat, he compliments your objectively awesome t-shirt, then you part ways, expecting to never see him again.
It’s the third of February 2026. You decide that it’s time to break out the Passenger 57 shirt again, because you haven’t worn it since the first of January. You somehow bump into Sebastian McGillicuddy again. You now think “dammit, Sebastian McGillicuddy must think I have one fuckin’ shirt and that I wear it every day like a fuckin’ madman”.
What’s the word for that? How do you refer to it without having to type out paragraphs of text like I did above? “Oh yeah, bumped into Sebastian McGillicuddy the other day, had a moment of [word] with him lol, hate when that happens”.
P.S. FUCK Sebastian McGillicuddy.
That sucks the first time.
But you get over it.
I have 15 identical black t-shirts.
When somone asks, “Do you only have one shirt?”
I reply “Yah! It’s so comfortable I got 15 of them!”
This is me too. All the same t-shirts, pants, shoes (four pairs go to the cobbler for repair while one remains in use), socks, underwear. Getting dressed in the morning is zero-thought and always comfortable. My daily kit always fits on my person and I never have to fumble for anything. Pants repairs are consistent since they all wear out exactly the same way. The cobbler loves my repairs because it’s the same patterns for four left and four right shoes (just one pattern flipped).
I felt I somehow stepped back in time reading this.
A cobbler though, eh? That’s pretty neat.