Just an Illusion

Sometimes? When you're walking home from the train, listening to your fave Janet Jackson walking-home-from-the-train song? And imagining that you are a) walking down a catwalk in some sort of super-hip fashion show or b) walking towards the camera in some sort of super-hip music video? You stop to pause and think and wonder if the two post-work beers you just drank on an empty stomach, plus the twenty-pound work-bag slung across your chest and over your back that is now whapping you awkwardly in the ass with every step, plus your swishy synthetic-fiber pants that keep getting stuck on the tongues of your brown slip-on loafers, are somehow making you look much less like something out of the MTV Milan Fashion Shows and more like some sort of awkward, stumbling albatross with an overly active set of forehead sweat glands, a head tick, and a silent case of Tourette's.