The other day I ventured into the city centre to meet up (in drab) with some ex-colleagues for a pint (or three) and a chat. My route took me though a large shopping mall. Half way through I suddenly realised that just over a week earlier I’d been out in a similar mall shopping enfemme and feeling completely at ease.
I was struck by the comparison and it felt somewhat of a surreal moment.
It was strange as at that instant I couldn’t see myself being in this place at this time dressed enfemme. It seemed not like a time span that could be counted in days since I was dressed but an age ago. Should I have been able to change attire as if by magic at the click of fingers from drab to enfemme I had the real feeling that I’d be like a rabbit in headlights, utterly out of my depth.
I suppose that if I’d dressed before leaving the house, ease my way into the day, either driven into the city or caught the train I’d be back to my usual confident go for it self and it would be business as usual.
Funny how the mind plays these games with us from time to time.
