So, it is no surprise that I am a gay man. What it might surprise you to know is that I am not a very good gay man. I have little interest in fashion, and in fact, haven't changed my wardrobe much since I graduated from high school. Sure, I have far fewer outrageous t-shirt with non-witty sayings on them, but for the most part, aside from items I've purchased, or had given to me, for work, my style has remained t-shirt & jeans. Lately though, I've been more and more interested in how my clothes make me feel. Today, I got a smack right in the face that reminded me that clothes really do make the man. Well, half of it was yesterday, and the other half was today.
Yesterday, I went to borrow money from my mommy. Her name is Sheri, she's interesting. If you're my friend on facebook and you add her, she'll automatically add you back. She's kind of a creeper like that, and she'll send you outrageous requests on the regular. That is neither here nor there though. You see, when I got ready to go see her, I changed my clothes. At first I thought it was because I wanted to be dressed, and just coincidentally got 'dressed-up' but when I really thought about it, I realized I did it in an effort to present myself differently to the woman I was about to take money from. I put on clean dark-wash jeans, a red button-down from Express, and a tie from Express as well. I threw on a cute little vest, and then a Santa hat. The whole look was very chic and pleasant, but had a certain air of superiority and self-assuredness that I don't bother with most of the time. When I got home, I immediately changed into a t-shirt again, but that is completely irrelevant, because it got me thinking through the remainder of the evening.
So much so, in fact, that this morning, I paused before getting dressed for work. Usually, since I work at 3ish in the damn morning, I don't really bother with picking something to wear to work. I grab whatever jeans are closest to my bed, I throw on the first t-shirt I find, and I grab the exact same hoodie on my way out the door. Lately though, I've been kind of grumpy at work. I've been getting an adequate amount of sleep, and I've been doing alright performance-wise, but for some reason I've just been a little bitch at work. So, last night, when I was thinking about clothes, I realized that a portion of my grump could be contributed with the fact that I pretty much wear the same thing everyday. This is why I can't have jobs that require a strict uniform. Starbucks was nice because it allowed me the opportunity to wear varying styles of black shit/pant and khaki. It gave me a decided degree of presentability and originality, so I loved it. Every job since Starbucks has been a button-down/tie situation, so I had endless possibilities with my collection of ties and button-downs.
At Netflix though, nobody much cares what I look like, so I've never really bothered to look cute, or even presentable. This morning though, I switched it up. It started with looking through my closet to find a different hoodie. You would not believe the difference it makes wearing a new hoodie into work. I wore the Power Rangers hoodie that Stephen bought me several years back when we visited Chicago for his grandfather's funeral. It got a great response from my co-workers and put me into an energetic and pleasant mood. Underneath was just a plain black t-shirt, and I wore another pair of dark-wash jeans that fit my ass perfectly. While not a huge change from the norm, it was a change that made a monumental difference. So that three or four hours later, when I would normally start to bitch and moan about being at work, I was all smiles. Hell, I even stayed a few extra minutes to clean up my desk and make everything cute and shiny.
On the same line, a friend of mine texted me this morning saying she was in a mood, and that she probably wouldn't come to hang out with me this afternoon. When I suggested changing an article of her clothing to something she loves, she seemed shocked and surprisingly willing to try it. I just got a text back thanking me because it turned her day around. So, blog-buddies, do me a favor, on this cold, horrible day today. Go to your closet, desk, shelf, bureau or dresser and pick your favorite piece of clothing. Put it on right this second, and have a fantastic day. Put on your lucky underwear, wear your favorite hair-tie, hide your favorite t-shirt under your blouse, do whatever it takes, but make sure you have a fantastic day, because nothing's gonna bring me down.
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