The Curious Correlation of Clothes and Confidence

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The way I see it, what you wear is who you are, (or in some cases, who you want to be...)"

I spend way too much on the clothes that I wear, and my bank account hates me for it.

I just got my monthly credit card statement awhile ago, and unfortunately, I seem to have overspent quite a bit this time.

In between wondering where the money went and figuring out how to pay for it, I realised that for an underpaid twentysomething guy, I spend more a day on clothes than my father spends in a week for the same.

That's downright appalling, considering that my dear old dad makes more money in a single hour than I do in a whole month.

Shit... then I realised that I dressed way better than my pop. And the scary thing is, in my head, that almost justified the whole thing.

I confess, the Marquis is an addict. I am a certified shopaholic. And that's gotta change.

But then it got me thinking; what's the deal with clothes anyway?

The way I see it, what you wear is who you are, (or in some cases, who you want to be...)

Think about it.

See that guy wearing those basketball shoes that look like it was engineered by NASA? Chances are, he wants to be like Mike....

How about that dude sporting oversized superlow baggy pants, a XXXL shirt, and a cap? I betcha he wants to be a playa, and that he be the shiznit....

Or perhaps that one guy, in the skintight miniskirt, fishnet stockings and four-inch heels? I bet my balls he'd give anything to be a woman....

Lest you think I'm making fun of these people, I am not. In fact, three of my friends fit the qualities listed above.

Yes, even the fishnet stockings part, chuva.

My point is, that the clothes that you choose to put on your back, whether you like it or not, shows the world how you see yourself.

You can fake it if you want to, and you could hide it if you can, but in this modern world where an average grade school twelve year old knows what the word "bling" means, and knows who Ralph Lauren is; you're bound to get spotted.

Incidentally, since I've gone this far, open my closet and you're bound to find the cause of my monthly overdraft.

Meet my good friends, Mr. Paul Smith, Mr. Giorgio Armani, and Mr. J.P. Tod.

Embarrassingly enough, going with my own logic, I guess that makes me want to be a European.

C'est la' vie.