Today’s Writing Prompt:
Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mess up your hair. If you are wearing makeup – smudge it. If you have a pair of pants that dont really fit you – put them on. Put on a top that doesn’t go with those pants. Go to your sock drawer. Pull out two socks that don’t match. Different lengths, materials, colors, elasticity.
Now two shoes. You know the drill.
Need to add more? Ties? Hair clips? Stick your gut out? I trust you to go further.
Take a picture.
Get ready to post it online.
Are you feeling dread? Excitement? Is this not the image you have of yourself? Write about the fear or the thrill that this raises in you? Who do you need to look good for and what story does it tell about you? Or why don’t you care?
In the past five years, I’ve needed to look good for work. Since being married, The Boss has commented at times on when I decide to slob it up for a little bit.
Frankly, I understand the necessity of being dressed a certain way in certain situations. There is a perceived notion about you based on how you dress. Personally, I don’t care how someone dresses. However, I have been able to find myself making snap judgments based on someone’s mode of dress. The Boss has commented on how I only dress up every so often, when she only saw me every other week before we got married. I understand why it bothers her. I try to do myself up better for her at different times because she never saw me on a regular basis, day in and day out, prior to two years ago.
Fact of the matter is that I don’t care despite the fact that I try to conform.
I hate being judged!
However, I know that I can do something about the way I dress when it comes to being judged. But, I can’t do anything about the way I conduct myself. There are certain natural reactions in me. Some of them I can stifle. However, any that I’ve tried to change has been absolutely temporary.
I love being judged on my talent and my abilities. Not my social shortcomings. Not the way I dress.
The image I have of myself? An uber-talented guy who can do anything he sets his mind to.