The most anxiety-ridden ritual of my daily routine (and many others’ routines) is picking out what to wear. Why does it have to be so difficult?!
It’s especially hard for me because a) I don’t have any real sense of personal style, b) I don’t know how to dress myself because c) I always want to wear things that somehow don’t look good on me, d) I worry entirely too much about what other people think, and e) my wardrobe is a hot mess.
There are dresses in there that are a decade old. A decade! I’ve only been alive for two and a half decades, so why is this crap still hanging in my closet? They look entirely too 90’s. If they were timeless pieces, that would be a different story, but they are not. I’m not the wisest shopper.
Somehow things look good in the moment I try them on, but a week later and thereafter they look completely wrong, but the tags are off, and it’s too late! Time to go into the bag of rejected clothing to be deconstructed. Yeah, that bag has been sitting there for months. I’m sure eventually I will accept defeat and just donate them.
Psychologically I can definitely pinpoint why this is such a problem. Obviously it goes back to childhood (doesn’t everything? Children are so impressionable). I actually have dreams sometimes where I’m just so worried about getting ready that I panic and basically miss out on whatever it is I was getting ready for. Although I think that has to do with something else but not entirely unrelated.
In the movie the Fly, Jeff Goldblum’s character has seven of the exact same outfits (even seven pairs of the exact same shoes), and that’s all he wears because it’s just easier that way.
If only it was that easy.
