the day I tried to wear a scarf.

Today was a day just like any other.  As per a typical Wednesday, I sleep in reasonably late, then head to my one and only class of the day (though today, I skipped that class to participate in some study for a psych class).  And, as I generally do in the mornings, I had to pick out something to wear.

It was all going great until I decided I needed to accessorize.  I don’t know why I felt like I needed to do that, but for some reason I felt like a fashionista this morning, and that a scarf would make everything better.  When I pictured myself wearing a scarf, I pictured this:

...only not a girl.  Still though, I thought it would make me look chique.  I don’t know what that word means, but its definition must include “wears a scarf.”  I mean, she just looks so damn cool, what with her scarf and everything.  I think it was kind of a lost cause, I don't look that sassy and my hair is a mess of faded red colouring, not at all like what I'd like to think it looks like.  But god DAMMIT I could wear a scarf and at least try.  

Unfortunately, I didn’t end up looking like that.  Instead, no matter what I did to try and correctly wear the scarf, I kept looking like this:

I figured I couldn’t pull this off without a cowboy hat, and if I went that far I’m sure I’d hear a fair share of Brokeback Mountain comparisons... you know, now that I think of it, I’ve never actually seen that movie – but the important thing is that Jake Gyllenhaal is in it.  Let’s just take a second to admire Jake Gyllenhaal:

EVEN JAKE GYLLENHAAL KNOWS HOW TO WEAR A SCARF!

Shit, where was I?

Well, I kept trying to make the scarf work... and, well... it just didn’t.  It's like tying a tie or snapping my fingers - simply a skill I was never able to acquire.  By the end of my battle with the scarf I looked something like this:

And now I find myself bewildered, bedazzled, and be-afro’d... and late for that psych research thing.  Just like every other time I’ve tried to successfully wear a scarf, I find myself sadly walking out the door accessory-less.