Give me a second-person perspective short story about someone deciding to suddenly and completely change their style. 

You wake up one day and go about everything as usual, doing your hair, getting dressed, and the like. But then, something clicks. Suddenly, you realize you’re tired of doing the same thing and looking the same way all the time, and that it’s time to change your look completely. 

It starts with changing the way you part your hair and running through your wardrobe, looking for the most flamboyant alternative to what you were going to wear. Later that day, you go shopping and pick up a couple of striking new outfits to show off your new style. You get admiring comments from friends and family about the switch, and life feels so vibrant and new. 

But as you wake up one day, the sense of newness has faded and you feel tired of this same old, same old. You come alive with a jolt of energy, and decide it’s time to completely change your look…