Monday, April 13, 2009

Sunday Best



Technically as I write this, it's Monday but let's pretend it's still Easter Sunday. Anyway, one thing I have always hated was wearing your Sunday best on, well...Sunday. As a kid I would always break out the "nice" shirt, pants and shoes to go no where with my parents. "Where we going ?" I would ask my mom. "Al Sears" she would say. Man I still remember those days of bliss.

To me that was the norm, getting dressed up to go to a store or just because it's Sunday. Maybe it's a Mexican thing, maybe it's not, but no matter what its origins, I HATE IT. It's only know in my formative years that I stop to look back and realize the idiocy and absurdness of the things my family and I would practice. Sunday best was one of them and to this day, I STILL HATE WHAT IT IS. Sunday best represents how people can lose themselves trying to fit in to "society" and be another autonomous automaton in the world working at the assembly line, so to speak.

I still see it everyday Sunday when I'm going or coming from work. I can spot my own kind out like a sore thumb and at times it kills me to see them. I'm not gonna lie about, there's resentment and animosity stirring up within me when I see them. It's hard for me to explain what I feel, even through writing because I'm not sure what I'm feeling. I see them and I feel bad, sad, mad, happy and ignorant all at once. At the same time I connect with them because I'm no different than them. At one point in my life I was just like them, putting on my Sunday best to go to the mall or store, eat out and go back home early enough to get ready for the upcoming week. Rinse, lather and repeat was basically all I did and it kept going because I didn't know any better.

I mean, I have no fashion sense what so ever because I never put any value or attention to fashion outside of wearing shirts that had images of things I like and that were comfortable. To the day I still don't put much emphasis on clothing or fashion because I don't want to fall into that Sunday best cycle again. As a result, I end up wearing black a lot and if you didn't know any better, you'd swear I was some goth kid. I take pride in not putting an emphasis in fashion, but that makes me the odd man out and well, I realized that I have to have Sunday best clothes because I need them. I have never felt comfortable when ever I wear something nice. And, even at a great sale Sunday best can be pricey for something that is only worn once in a while.  

That's just how I am and I rarely dress up for anyone or anything. If I clean up it's because I'm serious about what I'm doing or because it business. Friends always joke with me whenever I do dress up because it's such a rarity and of course crack jokes, but it's all in fun. Nowadays the peer pressure of looking nice gets to me and I I'm starting to cave in. I haven't bought new clothes in 5 years straight, outside of chonies and shirts at events, so needless to say my wardrobe needs to be updated, BADLY.

Wearing black in 100 degree weather isn't good for anyone. Still, the concept of wearing Sunday best disgust me for personal reasons. That's why I make it a point to look EXTRA "rugged" when I go out. I get dissed and over looked a lot, but things suddenly change when I open my big mouth and say something either really smart-assy or just plain smart. They never suspected that underneath my rugged exterior lies a smart, talented young man. It's happens, don't worry about it. I take it as a compliment.