Tue
Jun
9
I think when you get old…I mean like in your 70s, you eventually just stop caring what you look like. An elderly man just came to the gym and we was wearing pajama pants pulled up to his chest and a dirty pit-stained v-neck undershirt. Yikes. I honestly think he gets out of bed every morning and just says “I’m old and I don’t give a fuck.” Hopefully I will be like that one day.One need not be 70 years old to stop agonizing about what outfits are in style. Somewhere around 50 or so (or was it earlier?), I seem to have become more concerned about the comfort and utility or even cost of clothing, or just the feeling I get from wearing a particular item, than about the latest fashion. I don’t worry too greatly about looking goth or preppy or biker dude or All-American or whatever, though there is absolutely nothing wrong with being concerned about getting the “right look.” I’m certainly not saying that I ignore the unwritten rules of society about attire, as societal expectations and public perceptions can be quite important. For example, my job requires that I wear a “uniform” (suit and tie, robe). It’s just that I feel more free to look dorky or sloppy than ever before. How liberating! Still, I doubt you will ever see me out in public wearing PJ’s…
