Everybody Cares.

When I posted my previous post, Nobody Cares., I conducted a poll asking all you lovely people if you cared about other people's opinions about you. A whopping 42 percent of you said you didn't give a shit. Kudos to you! 52 percent of you said you cared sometimes, while only six percent said that they cared what other people think about them. Well, I'm delighted to know that you all were honest in your answers. Even though I have no way of knowing if you were, I trust you one hundred percent, love!

Now, there are a lot of variables to this notion of caring or not caring about others' opinions. Let's say you are going out with your friends for a cup of chai at 12 AM. You obviously wouldn't be bothered about what you wear or how you look. And that, in turn, means that you don't care what anyone else would think about you. Raat me kaun dekh raha hai? It's fucking late in the night, and 99 percent of the people you would see on the street would probably be wearing a worn-out t-shirt and some old PJs. The remaining one percent would be even worse. BUT! If you were to meet someone for a coffee date, you'd probably dress well and look decently groomed. That is if you want the other person to like you. If not, you might as well dress up like the one percent of people I talked about above.

"But, dude, that's because I want to dress according to the occasion and not because I care about what the other person would think about me!" Look, I get it. That's a valid argument. But if you think about it, it lies on the same lines. Someone, YEARS ago, randomly decided what humans should wear based on where they are going. And since then, we've been following the same shit. If someone goes out of the line, they become a rule-breaker or are laughed at for not following the herd. The only person I can think of who truly doesn't give a fuck about others' opinions about him, or at least his wardrobe, is Ranveer Singh.

I recently attended my childhood best friend's wedding. It was a three-day affair and I wrecked my brains deciding what to wear and when. Just like the 52 percent of you, I too sometimes care about what others might say or think. And that would probably create a chain. I dressed decently read suave as fuck because I didn't want my friend to feel uncomfortable with me looking like a chump. That's because he wouldn't want his relatives, and his wife, and her relatives, to think that he has friends who don't even know how to dress well. And hence, I ended up dressing appropriately because I was subconsciously thinking about how others would react to my sense of dressing.

The point here is, consciously or subconsciously, we all are trying to dress we- oh wait- trying to create a certain image of ourselves in front of others. Be it someone who is decent, or someone who doesn't give a flying fuck, we constantly try to portray that in our mannerisms and the way we communicate, verbally or physically. That's pretty much because somewhere on a subconscious level, we all give a shit about opinions. Even if it's just a wee bit. And then we try to sell it with the label of 'personality'. But the truth is, our 'personality' constantly changes depending on our surroundings and the people around us. Maybe we can talk about that in the next post. What do you say? Let me know!

Until then, keep dressing well, or don't. You look fucking amazing, regardless! Cheers love!