I have a friend who isn’t “into food,” I mean he eats but for him food is for fuel purposes only. On Sunday he makes five breakfasts and five lunches, in the 11 years I’ve known him they are the same – oatmeal with an egg for breakfast and then chicken, vegetable stir fry for lunch. There might be slight variations but it’s pretty much the same, day in and day out. Conversations about food with this friend generally include him expressing alot of shock over what things cost and what I’m willing to eat.
“You ate ‘Fish Chips’, what were they made of?” he asks.
“I couldn’t read the package, it was in another language,” I respond matter of factly, while his eyes start bugging out and he finally just walks away, shaking his head and mumbling under his breath.
He thinks my attitude towards food is excessive, I think his is barbaric. It’s a topic we generally avoid.
However, I had epiphany the other day the way my friend feels about food, is the way I feel about clothes. Both food and clothing are necessities, I admit you can survive longer without one than the other, but still you need them both.
I have to admit, I don’t get the fuss about clothes. In High School, I went to a Catholic school and wore a uniform, and frankly – I thought that was great! I loved the freedom of not having to worry about what to wear in the mornings. Since my day job is Medical field related, I have begged my boss to allow us to wear scrubs, but I haven’t been able to sell her on it yet.
My approach to clothes has always been to try to stay in the middle of the road. I don’t need to win any awards for being the best dressed at an event that I’m attending, I’m just trying not to be “People of Walmart” eligible. I’m just trying to stay under the radar.
I have my moments, I got married in the most princess dress ever and I loved it. The flip side of that is for work, I own four pair of pants, two black and two khaki, and I rotate colors, I also have a handful of tops. (On Friday, we’re allowed to wear jeans.) The recently demanded that we stop wearing tennis shoes on “normal dress” days, so I’ve been wearing boots, cowboy boots. (I have two pair of those.) My boots are probably the most expensive clothing item I own.
I wear alot of Jeans and tee shirts, I have quite an extensive collection of Geektastic tee shirts. The kind of shirts that cause the checkout boy at the grocery store to ask if I’ve really been to San Diego Comic Con or what I thought about this week’s episode of Game of Thrones. The kind of shirts the Internet likes to debate as to whether I should be “too old” to wear or not.
For me, clothes have a mostly functional purpose – going out of my house in pajama pants is frowned on, so I rise to the occasion, but I don’t understand why women wear “cute but painful’ shoes anymore than my friend will ever understand why I would be willing to try fish chips brought back from Indonesia.