A Lesson from my Shoes
Here’s how I wore my shoes today. This is incredibly standard for me to be seen in public as such. To be honest, my socks usually don’t match as well. I walk around differently when I’m dressed like this. I’m always lagging around slowly well because frankly…when you’re rocking flat tires you can’t even move!
I’m not embarrassed. I’m not ashamed. But what am I?
I guess I’m signaling that I’m lazy, incredibly lazy.
But would I go meet the president like this. Would I go shake future wifey’s dad’s hand like this? Definitely not. But I’m seen in public like this frequently.
Let dissect this a little more. Maybe it’s partly a culture thing. My best friend Brock does the same thing. We both grew up on the California coast, surf, and played baseball. For some reason I think that by us not trying, we somehow think we are superior. Laziness is cool. I don’t have to try, unlike you who took 30 minutes putting an outfit together, just to change back to the first option. “I’m sick cause I don’t care.”
However, I do acknowledge that I walk around differently if I’m rocking that shirt with the perfect length to arm hug ratio, with pants that feel athletic and look stylish, and those shoes that aren’t too brand new, but still new.
It feels good to be feeling yourself. And that feelin’ of yo self can bring on good things. You’re vibe/frequency/aura/eye twinkle/energy will be elevated which will keep you in the now. Look good, play good, feel good. I was a huge believer in that on the baseball field, as I’d swag myself out with the good brand name stuff. Off the field, I’ve never cared too much, but will admit that I feel more confident rocking the good brands as opposed to the knock off Target or Wal-Mart stuff.
AHA!! Boom! Breakthrough moment. What’s the underlying similarity between laziness and feelin’ yo self? NOT THINKING! I just don’t want to think! Thinking sucks! I want to use my limited thinking capacity to write bitchin’ articles, to engage with people, and to be in the present.
Lazy Feel Yo Self
I’ve always been just a hand me down kinda guy. Like oh does this fit? Okay, I’m down. But, there is a side of me that likes to look pretty. I think it completely influences the way I act. But even more importantly, it influences the way other people see me. Nobody knows this heart of gold from looking at me bummin’ around on the reg, and maybe I’m signaling that I don’t want to be taken seriously or engaged with. But hmm. If I had only clothes that I actually dig and feel myself in, then I could be incredibly lazy in my outfit choices, BUT I’D STILL LOOK GOOD AND FEEL MYSELF. WUTTTT.
I may have to go do a wardrobe dump and eliminate all outfit thinking due to this breakthrough. This would ensure more brain capacity for the good stuff and a better daily vibe that is projected through my outfit choices. Ideally I’d have a few outfits that I like for working out, yoga, and normal walking around/going out.
We used to always make fun of my little sister when she would put together an extravagant outfit for the mall, but now I understand. She’s just feelin’ her self!
Now if only laundry did itself……….. That’d be the ideal situation. That and a fresh pair of socks every day.
Daily Stoke
Day 19 in Mexico. Day 12 of writing. Day 17 of not having a debit/credit card.. Day 4 of not eating street food.
Yeahhh… This stupid gringo lost his debit card on day 2 of living here. Only some regular restaurants will accept Apple Pay. It was kinda pathetic, I thought Costco would accept Apple Pay and I was wrong, so I had to beg for 30 pesos to use the printer to print my comp card before my casting…
No, I’m not not eating street food by choice. Of course not! You think I could resist?? Not a chance! I just ran out of cash! Well.. maybe it’s a good thing I ran out of cash. I drop pesos like nothing on my daily, lost walks. Gotta be careful out here in these streets. You catch a whiff of something and you gotta figure out if it’s bomb or not. Especially cause I have no idea where I am because my phone is most likely dead. Also, I’m freaking addicted to Mazapán for some reason. Today, I got the card in the mail, got cash, and I will be devouring tacos and perhaps churros. We shall see.
Off to get some street food, and maybe shop.. Adios!
