Tank, Vince. Shorts, 7 for all Mankind. Vegan-suede fringe ankle boot. Daisy crown, handmade.I've been spending a lot of time in the country. Lately I've been feeling like people have been extra-angry and competitive when I've been out in the real world of hustle and bustle. People are so ready to jump down someone else's throat, treat someone poorly, start up some road rage, or just be plain old mean. As I have sat here in Starbucks typing this, I have observed so much stranger to stranger judgment, and I've only been here about fifteen minutes--like the new trend in our modern life is policing strangers for their so-called
faults. People are so addicted to being stressed, their bodies wouldn't even know how to function without the constant stimulus/response loop they've set up in their everyday routine to give them the chemical redemption, or high that they need. The point of life is to make of it whatever you want, I just try to stay away from people that only see others as pawns in their game. It seems like everyone is on such a treadmill to whatever goal is in their futures, that they have neglected to remember that they coexist with other people who have the same rights, and they have no problem plowing down whatever "competition" the think they need to. I refuse to be a part of anything that excludes people out of whatever coolness factor that people are trying to hold up for their own egos--which seems to be really prevalent now, even more so than a few years ago. Even if you don't play the game, you are still in the middle of the game. Lately, I'm even feeling like my precious fashion is something I have to completely rethink. That's why I like being out in the country, there is none of that. You don't have to think about having the newest cool thing, being perfect all the time, you don't have to "be cool," and all of that city competition nonsense just doesn't exist.
