Molecularist

In the past few days I’ve had three people ask me about my bracelets. I don’t know if I’m fiddling nervously with too much or what.

I’ve worn bracelets for as long as I can remember. Of these last ones, the red one is from Brasil, the black one from Guadeloupe, one the brown ones I made while on holiday in Italy and Lapland.

The people’s comments:

1 – Wife. She dislikes them currently. She thinks a balding grown father of two approaching 40 and working in marketing and dealing with customers for a large international corporation (did I miss anything?) should not wear such things.

2 – A friend. He’s a bit conservative. We’ve known him for a while, too. Interesting he should ask now. But his wife suggested, using a story of a friend of hers, that it might be my rebellion against having to dress ‘appropriately’ for work. Hmm.

3 – A guy on the van from the airport to our Paris hotels. He was just curious (no, he was not gay).

Maybe I need to refresh them a bit if they stick out so much now.