I am one of them

I am reading another glossy fashion magazine while waiting for time to pass so that i can go home.

Yet, i am unable to concentrate. Thoughts keep surfacing. I am only scanning through the pictures but not absorbing the information in the articles.

In a recent MSN conversation, someone asked me what i would say or think if i saw a gal walking down Orchard Road in boots. I said, "Gd for her, at least she makes the effort." In my head, i was also thinking, "At least she has the confidence to do it without worrying about what others think." As i am reading the fashion magazine, i chanced upon someone who mentions that her fashion pet peeve is people wearing knee high boots in singapore since its not suitable for the climate. But i guess lighter materials used in making boots for sale in singapore would probably reduce the discomfort level.

Are we influenced by such comments? People that are perceived to be more stylish since they are featured in such magazines? Is that why people look at others who are confident enough to be different with amused stares?

Someone who i saw while walking around before watching Coppelia asked me this the next time she saw me at work.

Person X: "You were attending a wedding that day, is it?
Me : "Nope, just going to watch dance."
Person X: "Wa, go watch dance wear until like that ah?"

Just to clarify, i wasn't even dressed like a Harajuku gal. It's probably just that the particular person mentioned here only sees me in the same outfit that everyone else wears. Such a harmless comment, but yet it deeply affects me. No matter how people perceive or stereotype me upon hearing my occupation, there is something in me that just wants to look better on weekends. Especially when its the only time that i am able to dress up.

I admit it. I am one of those that are always worried about people's views about me. When i look at my bestie, i only wished to have just 10% of her confidence and probably also 10% of her fashion style. Her confidence to wear galoshes and not worry about people staring at her.

I guess that's why i will always remain the "safe" one. The one always in "safe" black, happy to blend into the background.

Why do profiles of people in FB have such an ability to stir up questions of "What if?" in my mind? Or is it just my own insecurities revealing themselves?