SAINT Patrick's Day.

Once upon a time, when I was young(er) and naive(r), I thought it was VERY IMPORTANT to wear green on St. Patrick’s Day. That day I wore a green shirt and green sweatpants, and I looked extremely stupid, but it didn’t matter because -- in my mind -- as long as it was green, it was stylish.

I was pinched twice as much as anyone else. And when I would protest, "but! I’m wearing green! You can’t do that!," the response was "It’s the wrong shade of green." ...But it wasn’t the wrong shade. It was the perfect shade. And they pinched me anyway, the bastards...

I think something in me died that day.

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