Clothing is the easiest thing you can do to make strangers respect you.
The way you dress impacts how you feel about yourself, too. Sometimes when I do not feel pretty and want to, if I take 30 minutes to put on a fancier outfit, accessorize, whatever I use to small good, etc, going through that ritual and putting that effort in will make me feel better. "Dress good to feel good," I call it.
I agree. I don't like dressing nice or taking selfies, but when I do dress nice, I can't help but take a selfie for the fun of it. Cause to be honest I'm a pretty clean cut guy already, but when I'm cleaned up and dressed nice, I look goooood. It feels great.
I see this a lot. It seems to be more prevelant in females than males where I live, I never really understood it. I feel better when I feel shitty in sweats than in a suit, even though I look awesome in a suit and pretty Rugged in sweats.
My relationships with clothing are complicated. I'm a fan of black jeans and refuse to buy or wear any other kind since adolescence. I also have accumulated an amount of black t-shirts because they seem to fit me nicely: they're not pure black, which means they have some visual contrast and, therefore, perceived brightness, but they're black, which means they aren't as bright as any other color. Most of my shoes and outerwear are still dark-grey at most; the only bright-ish thing I wear on a daily basis from autumn to spring is a dark-beige cap. At the same time, I have a few of what I consider very bright things which I enjoy wearing from time to time: a bright red hoodie with a t-shirt to match, and a pink-and-blue short-sleeve shirt. I used to wear them (or whatever bright I had at the time) when I wanted people to pay attention to me when I felt particularly lonely and needy; the fact that nobody payed to me the attention desired spiralled me further into need-induced depression. Perhaps from those failed attempts at gathering fake interest I've learned that it matters not what I wear if I wear it to impress others. They don't give a shit, and neither they should. Clothes are just that; you're talking to the person within. Now I wear bright stuff when I feel good. One might consider it an appearance diode which lights up when the proper energy flows to it. It's telling that I haven't worn the bright stuff in weeks and that I want to now. Surviving among people takes quite a bit, so maybe it will change once I return from the holiday.
The whole first section of your post sounds like me when I was 14-18. Kind of funny, black contrasting lighter black. That's similar to wearing two different hues of Blue together, can get interesting. I need my blacks to math when I wear them or I won't wear black on black as I think it looks a little weird and one always almost looks faded in comparison. Unfortunately, this statement is not really coherent with reality. Clothes should be just clothes, but they're not. People 100% judge you for what you wear and the way you groom yourself. I guess from the regard that it doesn't matter to you, then you may have a point, but people treat suited generally better than ragged. I'm definitely guilty of this as well, not necessarily with people but with other things like plants/trees I think are pretty, and the clothes that I pick to dress myself in. I have a super intense facial structure and ime the clothes that I put on vastly change the treatment/sociability of others towards me.(whether or not I agree with it I realize that is how it is) This part makes perfect sense. I tend to like brighter things/colors when I'm happy and darker ones when I'm not.Perhaps from those failed attempts at gathering fake interest I've learned that it matters not what I wear if I wear it to impress others. They don't give a shit, and neither they should. Clothes are just that; you're talking to the person within.
Now I wear bright stuff when I feel good. One might consider it an appearance diode which lights up when the proper energy flows to it. It's telling that I haven't worn the bright stuff in weeks and that I want to now. Surviving among people takes quite a bit, so maybe it will change once I return from the holiday.
Oh, don't get me wrong: I pick what I wear carefully, for aspects that I enjoy being associated with, and so do others. One can even infer what you are - or, at least, what you present yourself as - from what you wear. What I mean to say is - it's not as powerful a story as people make of it, and it certainly shouldn't impact how you treat a person. It does, very often, but it shouldn't: humans are humans, whatever they wear; it's not the color of their hat and not the silk of their jacket that makes them what they are.
Ok I think that is a bit more clearly stated lol. I would agree that clothes don't make you who you are, but they definitely affect others perspective, at least initially, of you. Which can in turn affect how you view yourself. It's like the whole rose by any other name thing. Yeah, it would smell as sweet, but it wouldn't be a rose if we called it something else. Would it?
One would be miserable to wear suits if one doesn't enjoy it. Therefore, however you call the person, the social smell of theirs won't change no matter what they wear - unless they haven't been something other than a rose already. You see what I mean?It's like the whole rose by any other name thing. Yeah, it would smell as sweet, but it wouldn't be a rose if we called it something else. Would it?
I got you. Granted I don't know that many guys who don't feel like James Bond when they put on a tux, lol.
My suits are all very comfortable. That's what I meant by bad. I was just walking around Rome in a vest/button down. The shirts are especially awesome because they are made out of insanely soft, light fabric.