I got thinking about a high school friend Jeff. He's home from Afghanistan for a few weeks. Thanks Jeff!
Anyway, back in high school Jeff always wore the same thing. We all wore uniforms but whenever we weren't, Jeff wore a white t-shirt and black jeans. I don't remember seeing him wear anything else. Some people were jerks about it.
But I look back now and realize Jeff (knowingly or unknowingly) had it all figured out. He liked wearing that and be damned what other people thought!! Anyone who would criticize anyone else for their clothes isn't worth your time anyway.
Don't judge a book by it's cover right?
He was comfortable with who he was and didn't need to wear the trendy expensive clothes to try and make "the right people" like him. I think back about some of the people we hung out with and they were assholes. They were mean. Why should their opinion matter?
They are probably living meaningless lives by now.
Jeff is a hero. He fights to protect our country from those who would like to see our way of life destroyed.
He still wears the same thing all the time. A soldier's gear. And a whole lot of Pride.