My personal identy crisis made me start this blog in March 2011. I remember having a discussion about how I didn’t feel like myself anymore earlier this year. I felt empty – as if I had given up what I used to be. I had moved to a different city and left old friends behind, had given up old hobbies, had ceased dressing the way I used to. Why? The answer is so simple it almost hurts: Because of my job.
The above photograph was taken in 2006. One year before I started to blend in. One year before I stopped wearing black. Misconception told me to “grow up”, to take life seriously, to do “my duty”. Why, I wonder, did that happen?
Don’t make the same mistake I did. You don’t have to blend in entirely, you don’t have to change your hobbies in order to have something ordinary to talk about with your co-workers. If there’s a dress code at your workplace – fine. Heed the dress code at work, wear what you like at home. Too tired to change from work-clothes to black? So be it. Your outfit doesn’t define who you are inside. It’s taken me a while to really understand this. I had thought blending in would be the right thing to do once I got a job and carried a certain responsibility. I was wrong.
Has something like this ever happened to you?