Constrained by a Bow Tie: The Bondage of Eccentricity

Last Sunday I did something I haven’t done (at least willingly) in months. Many months. To anyone else, what I did would be incredibly insignificant and likely unnoticeable by quite a number of people. To me, though, I was making quite a step.

Last Sunday I went to church without my bow tie.

If you don’t know me, you may well be thinking, “So what?” (Or, perhaps, “Wait, you usually wear a bow tie to church? *cough* loser *cough*”) If you do know me, you still may be thinking at least, “What’s the big deal?”

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Constrained by a Bow Tie: The Bondage of Eccentricity