A boy feels obligated not to conform to the "norm", in terms of dress, and neither do his friends.
If people see me walking around, they automatically assume several things: a.) I don't care about my appearance, or b.) I don't give a rip about life.
Nothing can be further from the truth.
I happen to care very much about what is going on around me; I also happen to care how I look. There's just those days where I don't; it is on those days where I feel like dressing in whatever strikes my fancy. For instance, I can feel comfortable wearing baggy pants, an oversize tee-shirt (or sweatshirt) that hangs down past my knees, sandals, or combat boots, or a scarf around my head. I may look stupid, but hey, it's my body, and it's the clothes I choose to wear on a given day.
If people don't like it, they can, more or less, just kiss my ass. Worry about themselves, not about what I look like.
I have enough problems of my own; don't need anyone judging me based on my outward appearance.
My friends that I hang with happen to have the same mindset as me. We don't give a rip on what we wear: the more outrageous or outlandish it is, we will more'n likely be wearing it. One of my friends, Steve-O, wore a cat-in-the-hat style hat along with an oversized grey tee-shirt that read: "Fight Racism!", and baggy-saggy jeans and combat boots. Another friend, Rica, wore a sweatshirt, rather revealing shorts, and sandals and had her hair done up in a million ponytails that stuck up all over her head. Still another friend, Cosmo, wore fatigues and a baseball hat (worn backwards) and tennis shoes. We probably looked rather ridiculous to the norm, but we didn't give a damn of what we looked like. As long as we were comfortable, well, that was all that mattered to us.
We are often seen as "Freaks" because of how we dress. That's okay. We can live with that. As long as the school honchos don't have any problem with it, then we can wear pretty much anything we wish, just as long as it isn't too tacky or extremely revealing (although Rica came close the other day with her short shorts).
I like the school we attend: while other schools are adopting a dress code, ours isn't. I like the freedom we have in choosing on what we can wear. Now, down the road it may change, but for now, we are happy being us and being allowed to express our individualism.
I hope the dress code isn't indocrinated because I cannot see me (or my friends) being dressed in school uniforms. That's just not for us; we are happy being us. We may be freaks to most people, but hey -- as long as we aren't bothering anyone (and we aren't), then that's the way it should be. Leave us the hell alone and let us dress as we see fit!
I don't think I judge them as I feel only God above has that right, for we are all His children and I like to think everyone has a right to live their life without being put down for it.
I have always thought that if we are good people, and try to help one another then there is a spoy in Heaven for us.
On the other hand I do feel there should be a school uniform so all kids feel equal, as this is a place to educate yourself not have a fashion show, dress as you will after school when you are hanging out with your friends. A great write for sure Karen.
I am a people watcher... I think watching people is fascinating from so many perspectives, mostly I like to talk to people I watch, just to see if their individuality matches their dress code. Our culture should not get so hung up on whether someone has purple hair and a ring in their nose...their is more to the person than the outward appearance. Nice write.
I think that we all really like to express our individuality by the way we choose to dress, except most of us stay within rather cosy parameters with it that tell others that actually, we're not out to rock any boats: ours or the next door neighbours! Fighting prejudice based on exactly that: pre-judging - is an innate instinct to those who naturally desire to see what is truly beneath appearances, but sometimes we all act fearful because something tells us that, sheeplike, we relate quicker and easier to those who adopt more or less our own shade and style of fleece! A GREAT write, Karen, and one that has cross-cultural and cross-ability applications. In actuality, those who are deemed to be "trying to say something" ARE actually saying something worth listening to... and are conversely the most tolerant among us. Brava! I like this a lot! :)) xx
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