I thought about a random childhood memory, and thought I should analyze it out loud (or in this case, type it).
For some reason, whether it is because I am female, or simply a very detailed person, growing up, I always “attempted” to manage a list containing my various outfit assignments for the week. This could be a normal thing, or maybe a not so normal thing, but I would plan out in a notebook what I was going to wear everyday that week down to my underwear.
Monday: Red Tanktop, Beige Sweater to Layer, Gap Jeans (the ones I like), brown flip flops, red beaded necklace (the long one), hoop earrings (small and large for holes 1 and 2), boy shorts (check washer), strapless bra (laundry?)
Yes, my list was THAT detailed. And of course I never actually stuck to the list, it was more of an idea that I tried to accomplish. I think that I thought I was cooler if I knew what I was going to wear everyday, and also remember what I wore everyday, thus avoiding the embarrassing question from your BFF “Didn’t you wear that shirt on Monday?”
Nowadays, I plan nothing. I wake up at the last possible minute, my so called attempt at accessorizing involves a scarf (I wear one everyday), and I rush out the door. Although sometimes I have the urge to look more “put together,” on these days I am generally 5 minutes late.
Call me crazy, but I think I am rebelling against my childhood ways on purpose but I don’t think it is necessarily beneficial. Subconciously, I think that I want to be that person who is just “too cool to care.” Its almost cooler to be the dirty girl who doesn’t shower, than the clean girl who takes an hour to get ready everyday. Maybe this is me trying to be one of those artsy people who don’t need to shower? (you see, I am an artist…) Or maybe I’m making too much of this in general. I want to care more.
On another weird note, I think that I really am looking forward to motherhood. I promise you, this is a long way off (3 years AT LEAST), but I tend to catch myself picturing whatever I am wearing on myself, but as a pregnant self. And I think “aw I’m going to be a cute pregnant lady” or “whoa, I have to put this in a tub so I don’t wear this when I’m pregnant”
I think that I can come down to one conclusion from this blog of randoms…I am the type that overanalyzes.