I didn’t really set out to prove the theories of a cliché today but I also didn’t intend to treat myself to a Hummus Bros. lunch (it’s the packed lunch for me these days...) so there we go. It’s a bit of an odd pleasure of mine to act completely like I’m NOT going to work at a proper company, with a decent pay packet with worries about gross profit margins and all that business, during my journey into work. Today that translated into some peach knee high socks with a pleated grey dress and some white patent jazz shoes that from a distance look like the white plimsoll shoes Hong Kong kids have to wear to school. There were also huge peach hair clips in my hair and in juvenile delinquent fashion, I had cranked up the iPod to a maximum with my huge iPod and along with the more formal croc clutch hung the inevitable dirty canvas tote. I probably could not have been further away from the person who sends emails about CPM/CPA hybrids (don’t ask...it’s joyless...).
My regression of course has its repercussions as I was stopped at Euston by a uni student doing some sort of sociology survey who asked me how old i was and I said ‘24’ and she said ‘Oh sorry, I thought you were 16 or something...’. Which goes back to the cliché which is that you’re only as old as you feel and this morning with Yelle blaring around, the huge peach clips and the plimsoll steppin’, gosh 16, doesn’t seem that long ago.
It feels like right now, I'm dancing between those treacherous lines of looking like I'm a 24 yr old trying to dress like a 16 yr old or genuinely looking like a 16 yr old and I do wonder when the lines will start being drawn and the rules laid down. But it’s nice to know those phrases that people love to regurgitate time and time again sometimes aren’t a load of bollocks.
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