price of not paying attention to details

sometimes i think i am a man. or at least a man incarnated into this life. i do not pay attention to details. i do not retain tiny bits of information like most women do. for example, i do not remember what colour shoes i have at home, nor can i tell you what type i have. i know many women who can go into details, very minute details about the different types of shoes that they have living in their closet. ahhhhh, but i do have more than one pair of shoe. at least that part i have retained my feminity. it's more practicality than anything else. we really do need so many different types of shoes to go with our clothes.

another thing, i can't differentiate between the different shades of colour, like beige, cream, cosmic latte, eggshell, ivory, pearl. *rolls eyes* try arguing with a woman about the colour that she wants her wall to be painted and you will understand in a jiffy what i am saying. to me, they are all white! you want cosmic latte, and then when the sun shines on it, it turns out to be ivory! gasp!! whatever will you do? tear down your wall?!

i don't remember faces either, though i think that is more of a 'me' thing rather than a male thing. another tiny detail that i can't seem to remember is what's wrong with the clothes that i wear. i can never remember that the dark blue shirt needed to re-sew one loose button, the white dress is way too transparent or the turquiose dress is a little too low-necked, no matter how many times i have worn it. i don't think women, well normal women anyway, will forget things like this and end up fidgeting here and there trying to hide their all-too-showing knickers or pulling up the neckline, for the umpteenth time. i always remember at the wrong timing, and usually that's when i'm already out and about, that a certain clothing need a pin here, or to sew up there.

today, in a lesson never learnt, i wore something that is too short, too low and too bright. i tugged my dress down to make it less short... and more decent, which ended up pulling my already low neckline lower, giving the people having tea at coffee bean a big eyeful of my bra and probably causing a few to spurt their teas like water-spouting whales. i immediately pulled it back up, of course but unfortunately, the inconsiderate shopping centre doesn't dig holes in the ground for people who intends to hide in them, and so i walked nonchalantly passed, knowing very well that i do not know those people nor will i be seeing any of them anymore, so darn if i care. sigh, some people never learn. thank goodness that i have a fairly thick skin to compensate for that.