I confess that I’ve had the occasional case of FIMD. Here’s one example: was having a rare meal out with one of my siblings and we were talking about random shit when somehow the topic of clothes came up. I started laughing about how a lot of married guys have the worst clothing styles and wear things that have been outdated for a decade. I described one of my most hated outfits in particular, the newbalance shoes, the baggy jeans with the tight ankles, and an ugly golf-style T-shirt. I’m cracking up and he just says “you mean like the outfit I’m wearing right now ?” Yup, there was that.