I have long struggled with looking stupid. Silly = foolish = stupid.
Stupid = bad.
I have done many things to be invisible, to not attract attention. To not look stupid.
Episode #1: I found some Keen sandals at a discount store at a great, great price. One pair was bright turquoise blue. The other was pale purple, hardly noticeable at all. I bought the purple so that my shoes would not be noticed.
Episode #2: I pretty much wear black. It is slimming after all. But also, it blends. And nobody makes fun of people wearing black. Once I wore a bright flowery blouse and matching skirt to work. I knew it was bold. I thought it was stylish. I was nervous about wearing it. The next day, hanging from the ceiling and hovering above my desk were six paper bumblebees and a sign that said, “Where’s the flower garden that was here yesterday?” It was funny and it was sweet. (Took me a long time to find out who did it!) But I never wore that outfit again.
Episode #3: I was walking along Bloor Street in Toronto with Margaret and Ann on our way to see the Masaro Emoto, the Messages from Water guy . I don’t know how or why it happened, but suddenly, both of them were dancing. Dancing!! In a public space! Where people could see!!
Mortification! I wanted to melt into the sidewalk. I can’t dance! I look stupid! Stop it! Stop it!
I drew back and tried to melt into the side of the Bata Shoe Museum, which let them know how embarrassed I was……….. which of course means they they did it more! Bigger! Louder! Arrrggghhhhhh! Margaret reminds me of this on a fairly regular basis.
So, Margaret Carney…. this is for you, a woman ahead of the curve. Let’s get our dance-walk on! I challenge you (and the rest of you!) to a dance-walk session on a public street near you! (After all, now it’s a trend! We won’t look stupid at all. Just bold. And maybe a bit stylish!)
P.S. I still long for those turquoise Keen sandals.