The ‘Tubies’

Dun dun dun…

It’s RANDOM THOUGHT OF THE DAY time.

And this one is so random, to the point where I don’t even know why I’m sharing the thought with you all!

But anyway, here goes…

Coats. Jackets. Scarves. Hats.

When winter arrives, it’s as if everyone adheres to a uniform. A uniform of warmth.

Silly comment Sasha, yes I know. Everyone wraps up warm in layers because it’s cold out.

But…but…but…(I do have a point i’m just trying to dig it out in my confused head)

AH YES, BUT!

Isn’t it funny how although everyone dresses the same, it’s easy to tell the difference between them. As you know from reading my posts, people wear what they think. If they are wacky, eccentric personalities, then, in most cases, they’re going to wear wacky, eccentric clothes.

On my journey home from work I get very bored and instead of revising for my media law exam that’s coming up, I tend to study what people wear and I make up stories in my head about that person. Weird, I know. So here is my list of people’s:

  • Mr Practical – some people get on the train wearing waterproof, polyester zippies with hoods. Respect to these people. They are the ones who dresses practically and doesn’t care what they look like. So long as they are warm and shielded from any type of British weather condition then they are content. I wish I didn’t care what I looked like so I could be insulated like these guys.
  • Miss Fashionable – ok, admittedly this is me. Hold on though. I’m not saying ‘omg look at me I’m so fashionable woo,’ but I am saying that I like to look nice. I’ve grown up on the saying fashion is pain, or beauty is pain – I forgot what one. But anyway, I’d prefer to look good than to wear something more suitable for the weather. Last week it was FREEZING, like two degrees. But braving the forceful winds I stepped out in a t-shirt and blazer. Yes, a t-shirt and blazer. Says it all. However, I’m not ashamed. Most girls are probably like me.
  • The Workmen – they look suave in their suits. I always like a man in a suit. These guys don’t care. They are full-on businessmen and their suit represents them. They don’t feel the weather, or pain…or emotions. They sit on the train, reading the metro, not giving a **** about the weather. They survive. So long as they’re showing off the fact they are city men and have to wear suits to work, they’re cool. But I guess in business the tension gets a bit sweaty so a coat may be too much.
  • Parental duty-ett(e)s – the parents. Yes, the parents. They’ve rolled out of bed, wearing their pyjamas to go to the effort of taking their kids to school. They don’t care what they look like, as long as their kid is ok. Again, respect. Clap clap clap. I’d never walk out in my pyjamas, but these mama’s and dada’s only care about their little ones getting to school safely. How sweet.

I don’t mean to categorise people. I’m not trying to group people or stigmatise people. I’m just acknowledging the different people in the world. The people who care and the people who don’t. The people who are victims of fashion (aka me) and worry about what they look like/what they’re wearing…and the people who don’t care and wear whatever the hell they want.

I WISH that I was person number 2. Having gone through three colds, four sore throats and one gazillion dry noses, I think that sometimes fashion isn’t everything. Occasionally, admittedly, it’s better to be the physically brave.

So tomorrow, I’m going to wear my puffa jacket.