Why I Wear Ridiculous Sh*t

I made a New Year's resolution to "be extra". For anyone who does not know what that means, I will attempt to explain it to you. It means going above and beyond what the average Joe would do in a given situation. For example, being extra with your wardrobe (which is something I've taken a liking to). When I am going to a party or an event, I now like to wear a combination of pieces that are so out there and unrelated, it almost looks like I am wearing a costume. They are sparkly, iridescent, silver, gold, black, white, pink, faux fur... Also, my shoes light up (thank you Sketchers Kids collection).

Yes, I am 26 years old and I wear light-up shoes in public. IDGAF.

My friends have been supportive of my New Year's resolution. Mostly because they know me pretty well and something like "being extra" isn't exactly out of the ordinary for me. The difference is now I want to commit to being extra all the time. But, in this world, you are bound to run into some closed-minded haters that don't appreciate nor understand your "extraness".

I was at friend's apartment for a pre-drink before going out to a bar. I love my friends, and over a short period of time their friends have become my friends; I like to think I am extremely easy to get along with. There was a friend of a friend that came over to this pre-drink with her boyfriend, both of whom I had not met yet. The dude was chill. But I learned very quickly that my energy could not STAND the girl's energy. She was awful. She criticized my outfit of course, asking a million questions about my choices in the most condescending tone imaginable. Her tactics and approach were clearly designed to make me uncomfortable. I'm not stupid. Since consciously working on my mental and emotional well-being, my emotional intelligence and sense of awareness are at an all-time high. I knew what her game was.

She proceeded to try and make me feel uncomfortable about bringing my GoPro camera to the party... Asked me why I would do such a thing and that she "would ACTUALLY just LOOOOOVEEE to know why" (words and emphasis verbatim). And that just pissed me off. To try and shit on a creative outlet that I enjoy and am excited about... What the hell is wrong with you, human?! Where are your good vibes??

I didn't let those feelings eat me up the night of; I was too busy having the best time with my friends who I don't live close to, and don't get to see on a whim. But the next day, when I caught myself reflecting on the night, I caught myself thinking about it. I began to stew. Thinking about how much she BOTHERED me. How dare she try and make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin, especially in an environment that was full of love from my friends and meant to be fun. How fucking dare she. It was rude. How could she not see that?!

And then it clicked. The light bulb came on. So did the disco ball (I am extra, after all). A beautiful lesson danced into my head.

My New Year's resolution to "be extra" is poetic and hilarious. Why?

Because no matter how many sparkly, iridescent, faux-fur, light-up things I wear on my body... My outfit will never look as ridiculous as a shitty attitude.

And that puts the biggest smile on my face.

Inner child - 1, Cunty stuck-up attitude - 0.