perspective.
i wear the exact outfit (or some very reasonable facsimile/variation thereof) every single day. I have a pair of gap railroad trousers (that’s the name) and clarks’ desert trek brown beeswax boots. everyday. the top can vary, usually a long-sleeved t-shirt from the gap under or on top of a regular t-shirt. sometimes i mix it up with a polo shirt, or if it’s particularly hot, there won’t be any layering. sometimes i’ll bring a sweater (usually a hoodie).
i’m trying to make a broader point, about how having a very specific routine that you rarely deviate from puts you in a unique position to observe others from what could be called an objective standpoint. but, at the same time that i try to make this point, i feel less compelled than ever about the existence of an objective reality. i’ll go ahead and make the point anyways.
so, we champion being unbiased, being “post-/bipartisan.” in that same spirit, i’ve begun to observe people that i interact with as an employee of a non-profit organization. people are visibly strange. i notice this because since i am the same all the time, i can use myself as a control. i think there might be an inherent flaw to this logic, and i’ll solve it thusly: i amend my statement. people are really just strange in relation to me.
we’ve had a (very) recent passing in the family. the past 12 hours, actually. it’s thrown me off kilter.
