My clothing has one word that’s black
for as long as I known the color, fascinate me. It’s where all mysterious things
come and go. Without it no fear could be set on the normal man, who later
learns of the word confusion. The color is like symbol of me not knowing where I’m
going but I know in the opposite side I’ll find the beacon of light. At times
the band shirts describe who I am. Like my nirvana t-shirt tells one I am open
for ideas. BFMV (Bullet for My Valentine) shirt tells you I like foreign music I’m
not scared to try it.
I wear my blue shoes that present
how calm I am and how easy going I am. Shorts I wear can depict that I am relaxed kind of guy. The
way I dress is unusual or normal for some people it all depends who one talks
to. The life my clothing brings can be sad or confused. I don’t really know yet
but it takes time to figure out these things. My hair is always messy that
describes my rebellious years. There are times when I have to wear dress
clothes I don’t really fancy that type of clothing but its only on special occasions
that I have to wear these clothes it really makes me feel uncomfortable to be
wearing them, but I have to make sacrifices for the ones I care for.
To connect to the lecture of yesterday I really
felt that how he demonstrated the zombie topic wasn’t how someone who truly
loves zombie things could express himself. His clothing didn’t really show any
interest as one who would wear a zombie t-shirt. But we all have our way of
telling who we are. Ones it takes longer than others while some express
themselves as fast as a bullet going through a zombies head. Yes I know kind of
failed to make a zombie joke.
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