Most people are not thinking, "What a narcissist." They are thinking, "I wish I had the guts to wear that." Or simply, "Well, that’s interesting." And in the grey hellscape of the daily slog, "interesting" is a lifeline.
If you see someone on the train knitting a neon green sweater vest during rush hour? That’s me. I forgot my frivolous item at home and am improvising. Don’t judge. frivolous dressorder the commute
It sounds like you're referencing a specific dress code policy—possibly from a workplace or school—that describes attire as inappropriate, and then contrasts it with a requirement for "solid" features suitable for "the commute." Most people are not thinking, "What a narcissist
Dress not for the boardroom, nor for the weather report. Dress for the liminal space. Dress for the stranger who needs a smile. Dress for the version of yourself who refuses to believe that growing up means giving up the glitter. I forgot my frivolous item at home and am improvising
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