It's a split second decision.
Who will you be?
Sometimes, it depends on your companion's personality:
Will they be willing to accept that you're weird? Or would they prefer that you reflect the identity they'd initially imagined? Do they prioritize personal connection, or impersonated personas?
And then suddenly, it doesn't.
Seemingly all at once, you go from pleasing to satisfying - accommodating to accepting.
In what seems like a second, your desire to adjust your personality for the person in question dissipates into a strange amalgamation of 1/4 caring about their opinion and 3/4 not having the energy to.
Who are they, anyway, to asses your worth? To judge you based on a faulty 5-second assumption?
And will their opinion matter? And if it will, is it even worth it? Worth tailoring your true nature to assume an identity that you "should"? To pretend you know more than you do? To be who you're not?
I'm telling you, guys, I run into this roughly 10 times a day. This tumultuous tug of deciding whether or not it's worth taming my true nature to appease another.
Especially when it comes to fashion folk — who are quicker to judge than most.
And yet, guess what's never gotten me anywhere?
Assuming an aspirational personality has only ever gotten me into trouble — because sooner or later, they realize that I'm acting as a veneer of a human, and my true, hobbit-loving, legging-wearing, not-pedicure-getting self shines through.
And honestly - it's a lot easier if we're just honest from the get-go.
I like Frodo and spandex and my pinky toe is mess.
Photos by Joey Pasion