So, which one should I wear?

Having two blue shirts in the closet can be a good thing.  But to the obsessive it can be an obscure form of hell.  How do you choose between them? 

“One is better pressed.  But the other is a little warmer.  It could be sunny today.  Then again the radio is predicting a heat wave for later in the week.  That was one radio station.  The other radio station is predicting rain.  The second radio station is never reliable.  Everyone knows that.  I’ll just take the shirt that’s further to the right.  That will solve everything.  But I think I rearranged the shirts last night. Yesterday the other shirt would have been on the right.  I’ll close the door, open it fast, and which ever shirt I see first, I’ll wear.  There I did it.  No.  I saw them at the same time.  I’ll try it again.  This time I’ll open the door on the count of three.  One, two, three.  There.  No.  That was no good.  The door opened too slowly…

This process proceeds for forty-five minutes then you throw the damn shirts on the floor and wear a T-Shirt. 

     This is an example of laughing at yourself, if the author happens to be an obsessive. 

     And for that obsessive there is nothing more helpful then trying to get a laugh out

of his own torment.