15 March 2010

How I found goodness in being a slob

There is this one thing I do that I really hate...

When I go out, I mentally note all serious fashion faux pas that someone has made, and I'm ashamed to admit, even voice it out loud to my friends sometimes - under the faint belief that it's actually not mean when they're strangers. Like that lady who just walked in who should have left the overly chunky necklace at home, the young lady in the pretty dress who spoils everything because the heel of her shoes are funny looking, and oh my! check out the garishness of those wince-inducing heavily embroidered jeans the woman standing next to you is wearing! And that one there should have worn a top that covers her butt if she's going to wear those skin tight leggings!

It always starts out quite warmly enough. You know that warm, fuzzy, evil feeling we women get when we see our fellow women look bad in some way (even though no one will admit to it)? It all starts out like that, one moment you feel pretty smug, noticing everything from the loudly fake Louis Vuitton bag to the obscure lip liner that doesn't go with the lipstick shade. You feel good about yourself because you know you would never be so stupid as to make such blatant misses.

Or do you? Then you look at yourself, and the doubt starts creeping in. As your glee slowly dissipates, so does your confidence.

"Maybe I should have worn the beige shoes instead of the white ones?"

"Am I overdressed? Should I have kicked the heels and worn something more low-key?"

" Maybe I'm too casual and should have gone with the heels instead..."

Endless!

And as you squirm and fidget, you try to catch a glimpse of yourself on any surface that might remotely reflect your reassurance-hungry form. But alas! Once the seed of doubt has been planted, no reflection is ever kind. In the harsh light of the mall, your previously chic smoky blue bag now just looks cheap, plastic blue. And in the dim light of the restaurant, your pretty white dress now looks dull and old...

This never bothered me when I was younger. My wardrobe was always very exhaustive so I always dressed plainly and I didn't pay too much attention to what I wore. Of course, I loved pretty clothes as much as the next young girl but because you know you didn't have them, you just got comfortable with the ones you have. I hated fashion magazines and would not touch them with a ten foot pole. I viewed them as the source of all evil.

It's quite a different story now. I don't even feel like I have a choice. I work very hard during the week, and because I am single and I don't have kids whose education and clothes and food and diapers I have to pay for, if I earn myself a little extra money and the weekend comes around and there is nothing to do, what is a girl to do? :P

Now the house is littered with all sorts of fashion mags that I glance through (but still won't read though..I still maintain there's nothing in these magazines that is worthy of one's reading time :P). I just pick out items that I like so when the weekend comes I can go to the stores and pick them up. I fume in frustration when I fall in love with something and Hyderabad doesn't have the store. I will even go online to chase up on those items.

I have to admit here that this is a hard confession to make. It's like screaming out loud to everyone saying 'Oh look, see how vain and shallow I am.' *Sigh* But one has to face facts at times...when one feels like it, that is.

Anyway, what I'm coming to is that I think I have found a solution to this insanity. This bolt of wisdom came to me last weekend while out with a friend. We were going out for a movie and dinner and I'd dressed pretty carefully. The friend and I were hungry so we grabbed a tub of popcorn, cokes, and hotdogs even though we were a bit late.

We went into the completely dark hall, groped around for our seats, and in all of the fumbling around, I suddenly felt something sticky through my shirt. I touched the sticky area and to my horror, I realised that in all the hustle I had been lovingly hugging the mustard covered hotdogs against my shirt and now the mustard was appreciatively hugging me back!

I tried my best to get it off but by the time the movie was over and we walked out, I had a nice, big patch of yellow right on the front of my shirt. I was pretty conscious about it for awhile but after I realised that there was nothing I could do, I just accepted the fact that I looked pretty stupid and people were probably saying the kind of things I think or say about them. And surprisingly, I just sort of felt relieved.

And when I accepted that I looked stupid, I stopped noticing notice anyone else's clothes to criticize them. Maybe because I wasn't in a position to but it still was a good position to be in. Makes you a better human being.

So that's the gist of it all people. If you want to be a better, nicer human being, go sloppy! Seems like it's the only way to go :-)



19 comments:

Dave said...

first.. misual.com user ho tih dan

illusionaire said...

second! :D

Jeru, this is unfair. How do you expect us guys to comment in this girlie post? :D Ps. I misread the title as snob. And I was like, huh? :-)

ku2 said...

aha! I knew there had to be a karmic comeback. it always happens to me too. Me and my friends once laughed our guts out at a pimple and freckle-filled faced guy. Guess what- a few days later I had the worst case of pimples ever! and i'm starting to sprout freckles too.

and so whenever I'm tempted to laugh at fashion fails or aesthetically challenged person, I immediately start looking for something good about that person in the hopes that karma will bless me with longer legs and a flat stomach. hasn't worked so far :)

A loong, chatty girlie comment to a girlie post

Alejendro said...

4th
Girly, very girly LOL Comment tur pawh ka hrelo.. mahse leggings tight tak mai an hak hi chuan top mawng khuh pha hi chu ha hram hram se chu ka ti ve thrin.

Fashion sawi takah chuan Vai tlangval ho hi an dek tight, arh vel thei chiang sia...hehe an nula ho lah hi rimtui tawkin, jeans tight nalh lutuk in an rawn ha a, mahse an ke han en ila... ke fai tak hi hmuh tur a vang khawp mai. :-D

Comment tur ka hre dawn lo a maw ka tia, ka ziah tak teuh chu(h)

Jerusha said...

Dave - ka website visit ve ziah na pakhat chu, an owner hian a ning ltk a hetia 1st 2nd ho hi a ban thin haha

Kims - But everything girly was your area of expertise. You're just not trying :P

Jerusha said...

Ku - LOL @ longer legs and flat stomach. I could be kind to EVERYONE if we could be rewarded with such things :)

And keep the long girly comment coming, that's the whole purpose of a girly post :)


Alej - vai ho hi leggings tight mar vek hak a, tawp an kawng khuh che che hak hi an ching bawn tawp a mak ka ti tawp. Darhtlalang hma ah pawh hei hi chu hai rual lohin tihchi ani lo tih hi a chiang ania...

Chuan nia, an ke hi an enkawl uluk thlot lo hi ka vei tawp. Ve ringawt a na. Pheikhok bal leh trawng ltk nen..ninawm tawp!

Lucy In The Sky said...

I'm sure that same girl who shoulda worn longer top would have something to say about somebody's attire lol

Alejendro said...

Legging an hak a, a thla a nihna ang ang a a lang hi chuan itawm lamah pawh a kal lo, tenawm lamah hian a kal zawk. An pian a lo nalh vak loh phei chuan, luak an ti chhuak ngawih ngawih.

Mahse lace pantyhose hi chu a sexy ka van ti ve thlawt tak, high heel nen.. :-P *It really turns me on*

Jerusha said...

Luce - exactly!~ I;m sure all of these people would have 10 more things to say about me all of which would be true :P

Alej - high heels and lace never fails with men. Period.

:-)

Naupang^Fel said...

comment a i sawi hi ka hre thiam vak lo unaunu :)

illusionaire said...

It's girl's talk. We wont understandings. :)

azassk said...

boss hi hyd nula ah chuan a nalh kan ti ber ania:)

Moia said...

Girly, but I must admit, I am guilty of it too. It happens,, wherever I go, be it the market, a party or during my class. I would start inspecting everyone, tip to toe, then tell anyone closeby. I have this thing with dressing, I guess. My friends are deathly afraid that I would start criticising them of the way they dress. Not that I am perfect though. I DO make fashion faux paus. And it's not just me, but one or two of my guy friends do it too, can't name names tho. Hehe. Bottom line, you're not alone. Some of us guys do it too. :-D

Jerusha said...

Naupang Fel and Kimkims - c'mon, quit pretending. Of all men in the world, no one knows girl talk as well as you two do. I know you two know the female psychology inside out!

Boss - hahha Mizo lakah te chuan engmah sawi lo in ka tlawm. Vai ho lakah deuh nia hetia ka champ thlawn ve em em hi chu :))

Jerusha said...

Moia - What a relief! To find brothers in such ugly confessions :)) Now I know there really is goodness in badness hahah Maybe it's genetic :P

mesjay said...

Read the post some time back but couldn't comment. On a serious note, isn't it interesting how small experiences keep teaching us valuable lessons?

Raldawna said...

Kima post ang lo takin mipa tan poh a post theih tho mai a. Hmeichhia chauh in ni hlei nem. Mipa tan poh a ni vetho. A bik takin lo huat/ngei deuh (not to be taken in a negative mood) neih phei chuan an chet fuh loh hi lo chan ve a awl khop mai. Kawng leh lamah chuan "sloopy' lai tak hi chu ka thil zawm that lampang tak a ni...lol

Lucy In The Sky said...

I hope you are still alive and well....

Naupang^Fel said...

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