I'm an imposter.
There was a huge win for a the local professional football team in my city tonight and the entire population went crazy. My friends, some of which I've known since I was in grade 2, told me to come out and have a good time with them. Feeling like I've been consumed with work and haven't put in enough time with them, I took them up on the offer.
Now here's the thing. I don't give two hoots about the team that won. I wasn't out there to celebrate, I was there solely to be with my friends. After having a shower, I reached for a polo shirt. Why? I honestly don't know. On a typical night I am at my most comfortable in a t-shirt of a band I like, but I tonight I immediately went for a polo. A black and white striped, Ralph Lauren polo.
When I got to the bar I was surrounded by a sea of green. Nearly everyone was wearing the team's merchandise. So here I was being one of the only people not wearing green and white, I was wearing a polo shirt. I looked like I was at the bar with the sole intention of "scoring". I looked like a complete jerk. Every single part of me wished I had just pulled my standard shirt out from the closet, but I didn't. I went right for the bar-star look. Why? Why do I feel like I need to wear something that I'm not entirely comfortable in just to try and fit in with the crowd?
I know that it sounds like I'm bitching about something completely trivial, but it just doesn't make any sense to me. I get pigeon-holed into the category of "jock" or "bar-star" based on who my friends are and the way I look, but in reality, I'm that farthest thing away from that. It would probably throw the majority of my friends into a tizzy if they found out that I was a member of Suicide Girls. I'd rather discuss music and Super Nintendo than take a shot of Jager. Lady GaGa rules, but not as much as Girl Talk. Y'know?
I don't really know why I'm posting this. It's not going to accomplish anything and when I wake up tomorrow I'll still be the same guy I was before I hit the "add blog" button. I just needed to get it off my chest and I felt this would probably be the best place to do it.
I'm sorry I wasted your time.
There was a huge win for a the local professional football team in my city tonight and the entire population went crazy. My friends, some of which I've known since I was in grade 2, told me to come out and have a good time with them. Feeling like I've been consumed with work and haven't put in enough time with them, I took them up on the offer.
Now here's the thing. I don't give two hoots about the team that won. I wasn't out there to celebrate, I was there solely to be with my friends. After having a shower, I reached for a polo shirt. Why? I honestly don't know. On a typical night I am at my most comfortable in a t-shirt of a band I like, but I tonight I immediately went for a polo. A black and white striped, Ralph Lauren polo.
When I got to the bar I was surrounded by a sea of green. Nearly everyone was wearing the team's merchandise. So here I was being one of the only people not wearing green and white, I was wearing a polo shirt. I looked like I was at the bar with the sole intention of "scoring". I looked like a complete jerk. Every single part of me wished I had just pulled my standard shirt out from the closet, but I didn't. I went right for the bar-star look. Why? Why do I feel like I need to wear something that I'm not entirely comfortable in just to try and fit in with the crowd?
I know that it sounds like I'm bitching about something completely trivial, but it just doesn't make any sense to me. I get pigeon-holed into the category of "jock" or "bar-star" based on who my friends are and the way I look, but in reality, I'm that farthest thing away from that. It would probably throw the majority of my friends into a tizzy if they found out that I was a member of Suicide Girls. I'd rather discuss music and Super Nintendo than take a shot of Jager. Lady GaGa rules, but not as much as Girl Talk. Y'know?
I don't really know why I'm posting this. It's not going to accomplish anything and when I wake up tomorrow I'll still be the same guy I was before I hit the "add blog" button. I just needed to get it off my chest and I felt this would probably be the best place to do it.
I'm sorry I wasted your time.
Glad you enjoyed it, though.