Since my outing to the movies a few months ago, I find I desire more and more to venture out into the big world in MIAD mode.
Today I had to deposit a check at the credit union, so I embraced the opportunity to get out of the house, donned my new Lularoe Cassie skirt, girly sandals and jumped in the car. I drove to the credit union and made my deposit without much exposure. I don't think the teller noticed, but the camera probably did (a topic for another discussion).
On the way home, I decided to stop and get something to drink. Here's the weird part. I really enjoyed walking around the quickie mart in my femme finery, knowing there were several people who would notice.
Is this a sickness? Am I intentionally thrusting my fashion choices upon an unsuspecting public simply for shock value? In a perverse way, I wanted someone to notice. To say something.
Maybe I'm just challenging gender norms. Maybe I'm just looking for attention. I'm not sure. I desperately want the world to see me in my skirts and nail polish and not care. And as far as I could tell today, that's precisely what happened.
Maybe I'm giving it too much thought. Maybe the world really doesn't care. I sincerely hope that's the case.
