There are all kinds of ethos and phrases when it comes to fashion and how you are supposed to dress and what helps and what hurts. Less is more. Leave something to the imagination. Put everything on, then take one thing off. It's better to be over dressed then under. My view on all of this is: Who cares what you are doing, just make sure you look good doing it. This is especially true when I am not feeling one hundred percent, or when I know the day is going to be unpleasant. Somehow, looking very refined and well put together helps me get through the day. I make myself believe that I could not possibly encounter something I can not handle while wearing argyle. No way am I going to lose my temper while the pinstripe on my button down matches the color of the sweater on top of it. That would be preposterous. Simply ridiculous. The scary thing is, this almost always works for me. And I tend to accomplish more then if I were acting like it was any other day. For me, the clothes set the tone for the day. I was out of my house today for a complete twelve hours. Going from job one, to class and then errands and then home. It was nice to arrive back at the house when everyone else was eating dinner. There are few things better in my life these days then being cramped into the kitchen nook with my housemates eating food and telling stories. I don't think these guys know just how sane they keep me. Or maybe they do. I did realize today that although the clothes might make the attitude, they certainly cannot keep my mind from dressing up in disastrous designs. While at work, I tried to figure out while I am always falling for men older then me and completely different then me. My top five include: a doctor, a lawyer, a biologist, a philosopher and a mathematician. I'm a Nick Hornby wannabe who looks to Patrick Marber and Carrie Bradshaw for inspiration; why do I go for the opposite of who I am? Do opposites attract, or detract? Based on my past they lead to nowhere. But none of the endings had to do with not having common interest or conversation topics. What it comes down to is the difference in thinking. Writers, artists, and actors tend to think romantically and whimsically. Like, believing a Banana Republic v-neck can somehow fix your day. While scientists, business men and those in the medical field tend to be fact based and leave no room for variables or possibilities. They would never prescribe Ralph Lauren as a cure, chances are they wouldn't even know who Ralph Lauren is. The latest installment of me versus the left brain thinkers occurred earlier this evening, when the lawyer took me to court. Relationship court that is, and then he brought down the gavel and said that it would be futile to date me. Me and all my youth and naivety. I always try to hide the fact that I am dark and twisty from guys I take interest in, but maybe if they saw that they would catch on to the fact that I am not really the age stamped on my license. Obviously, tomorrow will again be a day of looking my best because I am kind of feeling like crumpled tinfoil. A crinkled mess of something that could look shiny and bright, if someone just took the time to smooth it out. And this is only what I thought about at work, and what occurred once I got back to my house. I didn't even begin to describe what I was thinking about during classes. I made new lyrics to a couple of my favorite songs so that they were more personal to me. I do that a lot. I tried to think of three secure, steady careers I could see myself in once I graduate. And I began thinking about how I want to celebrate my birthday. People keep saying I should act my age, but if I did that, they wouldn't want to be around me. I wouldn't want to be around me. People say I should date my age, but I don't have time to babysit. I need some maturity, some security and some compatibility. If I am doomed to have repeating incidences with the left brain thinkers until I become "of age", well, let me say this. Banana Republic is going to know me by first name.
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