Mark me like one of your French Girls

Whenever I’m served root beer in glass bottles at a restaurant, I get the feeling that I’ve walked into a very boujee establishment. Alas, some restaurants have vending machines or serve soda in cans/plastic bottles, which gives me the impression that this place is not as fancy. Both places could serve the same food, of the same quality, but presentation is key to my experience as a consumer. Root beer is my favorite soda though, so I’ll never complain how it’s served to me… 10/10☆!

It feels like a social death sentence whenever I choose to be a marked man. I notice more eyes on me, or more assumptions about who I am when I decide to dress more eccentrically.

Some of my clothing options are bold in color or styles, which makes people assume I got the personality to match it. It’s common to hear that people express themselves through their clothing, which I agree with… to a pop.

I think clothing changes too often to determine one’s attributes. One’s outfits change everyday (I’d hope… you stinky), but the person wearing them doesn’t, no? I mean, maybe my decision to throw on hoodies and jeans are a result of my lack of sleep and desire for comfort. Though that’s merely representative of my sleep deprivation more than it is my daily behavior.

When I do have energy though, I may go for a bolder combination of clothing. Which I think better fits with the fire in my noggin. But am I not the same boring boy who was wearing sleepwear yesterday?

 Although my wardrobe is a mess of styles, it’s clear to me that my attributes never change. I feel like in many scenarios, it’s wrong to assume that I’m devoid of a hyper personality when I dress in a down to earth attire.

Stepping outside is like a runway display, except without the catwalks. Either I’m the dude in the suit, or the man in whatever modern fashion makes people wear. My choice of style is either eccentric or uninspiring, in the end, I can choose to face judgement for one, but never the other (no one ever punishes the ordinary). So, my judgement is truly voluntary, because I can always choose to be a marked man in eyes of the masses.