Back to work today, and I always look at the people around me as I’m on my way to work. I do my usual judgemental glances of the multitudes of people just staring at their screens. But today, not that many people were looking at their phones. It was quite a welcome surprise when the lady next to me pulled out a book. Then she pulled out printed web articles in A4 paper. I thought that was taking it a bit too far.
Currently I’m reading Artemis by Andy Weir. It’s got some interesting points to it, but I don’t know if it’s totally my thing. James by Percival Everett just came in my mail, and I’ll be reading it next. But in my head, I really want to read the next installment of Game of Thrones. It’s a great read, and maybe more people should read it instead of just watching the TV show. But TV shows bring in the money, and then authors have a little bit more food to write more stories. So there’s a give and take I guess.
I like to dress up and wear my denim at home sometimes. My Momotaro Jacket gets the most home wear, because I am not so sweaty by the time I wear it. It’s usually worn after I’ve showered, when I’m clean and dry. And in air conditioning under my control and supervision.
At work, sometimes the common airconditioning becomes a little too cold, or at little too hot, and outerwear is hard to predict. At cafes, it’s just hot by the time I reach there, and by the time I’ve cooled down enough to wear a sweater, my drink is finished, and I’ve got to go pee.
So I dress up at home.
I think other people usually dress up when they’re outside of the house. They want to look nice for the people around them, and they want to contribute effectively to the niceness of everyone’s appearances. I can understand their points of view, and thus, I wear black a lot. This hides ink stains from my fountain pen inks, or watercolors. It hides the age of the tshirts, especially when I’ve worn them for years; it just looks faded and stylish in modern day.
People usually like to wear things to make them look smarter, or more approachable. They dress up to the role they need to play. It’s hard to rely on pieces of cotton to instill confidence. I find it easier to just be more confident, but everyone would say that’s easier said than done. But confidence is actually a lot about saying than doing. It’s saying something, and then doing it, and this sequence builds a lot more confidence than wearing a piece of clothing, hoping for the best. After all, what happen when the clothing is stained, or wears out? Does confidence end then?
Outward appearances can never be the reason for your confidence.
But it does feel nice to wear nice looking clothes. So I dress up, for myself, at home. I instill so much confidence to myself, because as many others have also said, you’re your worst critic. So if my worst critic (me) likes what I’m wearing, and gives me the confidence, then I’ll have a confidence built on me approving of me. If the clothing falls apart, then I can easily tell myself how silly this whole thing was, and I had confidence in myself all along. If it happened with someone else, I’d need to ask them about it, and I might never trust their answers because they didn’t tell me on their own accord.
So dressing up for myself is okay, but for others, not so good. In any case, I wear black, cause it hides my stains (creative and otherwise).
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