Image.
So today I am talking to my IM friend in New York. About image.
I'm not that impressed with this guy, he's so sucked in the machine of New York that I feel like he has forgotten about life. People. Connection. He's explaining elaborate ways to psyche people out, sliders he calls them. Ways to make people stop and scratch their heads. Also all about getting rich. quickly. I've always wanted to go to New York, but this mentality turns me off. I dont know if I want to get sucked into this ideology. He also seems like a pity party to me most of the time, so perhaps I'm taking this too seriously. As my dad would say, consider the source and move on.
I guess the point thats interesting and pertinent about this topic has to do with the conversation I was having with Neil just a few days ago about image. The effect and results that I have gotten by paying more attention to my image, my clothes, my demeanor. Caring more about shoes, clothes, I don't know what else. Back in high school and almost solidly through college, I didn't want to care about anything having to do with the way I looked. I've always seemed like the dark hairy girl with the moppy curls. And now, I have changed my tune a little. The $40+ that I spend on my nails every few months, worth it? I think so. It makes me feel pretty, feminine. And whats important to note is that I had no interest in being pretty feminine or sexy really as recently as 5 years ago. My Neil, the traveler, the I only have black t shirts so that my laundry isn't complicated guy, had been taught that image was the least important aspect of a person. And I agree, but isn't it so nice when someone takes care with style, colors, aesthetic? I know it makes a massive difference to me in whomever I am dating. I like the idea of going out with someone that turns heads, that people look twice at.
The psychology of Image is so strange and unamable. Is it just as simple as the idea that people like pretty things? I can get more things, power, favor, open doors, just by putting on a little bit of make up, or sparkly earings? Are we this superficial? Is this really a superficial contemplation, or is there validity to the people who really take the time to care about these things. Like a war between the idea of intelligence and image, as if they are mutually exclusive, or proportionally related? I think that I find power in being able to traverse the line between concern and lack of concern about how I look, by being able to look nice and hold an intelligent conversation at the same time. The key I think, is balance.
I'm not that impressed with this guy, he's so sucked in the machine of New York that I feel like he has forgotten about life. People. Connection. He's explaining elaborate ways to psyche people out, sliders he calls them. Ways to make people stop and scratch their heads. Also all about getting rich. quickly. I've always wanted to go to New York, but this mentality turns me off. I dont know if I want to get sucked into this ideology. He also seems like a pity party to me most of the time, so perhaps I'm taking this too seriously. As my dad would say, consider the source and move on.
I guess the point thats interesting and pertinent about this topic has to do with the conversation I was having with Neil just a few days ago about image. The effect and results that I have gotten by paying more attention to my image, my clothes, my demeanor. Caring more about shoes, clothes, I don't know what else. Back in high school and almost solidly through college, I didn't want to care about anything having to do with the way I looked. I've always seemed like the dark hairy girl with the moppy curls. And now, I have changed my tune a little. The $40+ that I spend on my nails every few months, worth it? I think so. It makes me feel pretty, feminine. And whats important to note is that I had no interest in being pretty feminine or sexy really as recently as 5 years ago. My Neil, the traveler, the I only have black t shirts so that my laundry isn't complicated guy, had been taught that image was the least important aspect of a person. And I agree, but isn't it so nice when someone takes care with style, colors, aesthetic? I know it makes a massive difference to me in whomever I am dating. I like the idea of going out with someone that turns heads, that people look twice at.
The psychology of Image is so strange and unamable. Is it just as simple as the idea that people like pretty things? I can get more things, power, favor, open doors, just by putting on a little bit of make up, or sparkly earings? Are we this superficial? Is this really a superficial contemplation, or is there validity to the people who really take the time to care about these things. Like a war between the idea of intelligence and image, as if they are mutually exclusive, or proportionally related? I think that I find power in being able to traverse the line between concern and lack of concern about how I look, by being able to look nice and hold an intelligent conversation at the same time. The key I think, is balance.
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