Mr. Charisma
Kenneth Cole shirt and belt, Claiborne pants, Gold Toe socks, and Rockport shoes I was unapologetically feeling like quite the brand whore when I was walking to lunch on a sunny day just recently. Along the way was an…odd fellow. He had headphones on but otherwise looked homeless and seemed to be speaking to anyone within 15 meters…or perhaps himself.
As I walked past he said “hey Mr. Charisma! Would you believe I have that same shirt?” he continued to mutter semi-coherently as I continued on my way.
Mr. Charisma, I like that. Although isn’t the first nice thing people tend to say about horrible dictators is that they were/are charismatic? And when the Decepticons were having a power struggle a fight broke out because someone call Soundwave uncharismatic. Hmmm, a mixed bag I guess.
Oh well, I have no guilt; other than my shoes nothing I was wearing cost more than $15 USD. I don’t see anything wrong with getting a little ego boost from wearing finely made clothes. A little artificial confidence as we used to call it back in my GS days. An ex of mine once said the only source of attractiveness was confidence, a statement I don’t entirely agree with but has it’s merits.
And if your confidence comes from a piece of clothing or the insane rantings of a homeless person, it can only serve to enhance your day.
