AAAAHHHH! The good Ol' department store. Grounds I dare not walk on these days...Unless I'm preparing for a certain stinkin' wedding for a certain somebody who's lucky we have similar DNA.
For those of you that don't realize why I may choose to dress a little off beat for the taste of most may find this blog a useful tool for beginning to understand me. (Not that anyone would want to do that. Why when you can remain ignorant and keep me at arms length so you can call me weird.)
Anywho! When I was a small child around age 7 or 8 in elementary school we would go on these trips to the oh so dreadful mall to go pick out school clothes at the end of summer.
According to my mother...When it came to pick my clothes, they would make suggestions and I would freak out and be like..
"NOOOO...If I wear those clothes the kids at school will think I am a certain way and I'm not that way and they'll think I'm pretending. I don't want them to think I'm one of the cool kids that are mean, and I don't want to mean popular kids to think I'M ONE OF THEM. I can't ware this!"
Then I would run over to a wild striped shirt or a tie die and be like. "THIS ONE THIS ONE!"
My sister would be like...
"Ew! get some Nike shirts and some Fubu."
It's obvious that even at a young age I was aware of the dangers of being labeled and categorized. I insisted that people see me for who and what I truly was at the time. Wearing the clothes the other kids did, didn't make me feel unoriginal... They made me feel like people would have expectations of my actions based on the way i was dressed...
(and it's hard enough when you have those associations with skin)
Most would think a blue collared construction worker is more likely to get into a street brawl in front of the food bank than someone in a freshly pressed business suit.
It's those damn expectations I tell ya!
If I recite stanzas of rhyming words to instrumental...does that make me a HIP HOP artist...
NO! I am simply expressing myself...However if I were to label myself as a HIP HOP artist, then I would have to face everyone's expectations and definitions of what real hip hop is...
For all that drama...
I'm Good!

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