Dresscode.....

Back in the days we had dresscodes. People were expected to wear a certain standard of clothes when attending different events or situations.

Work, church on Sunday, theatre, funerals... we knew how to dress before entering any of these situational localities. And jeans or very short skirt (ending above kneehight) were not proper for any of them.

I was thinking about it the other day, as we went to Church for Christmas ceremony. I looked around noticing all kinds of attire were represented and nobody gave any outfit or anybody a second glance.

I am not sure what I reacted to the most: the fact that we do not seem to notice eachother (neither in a good nor a bad way) or that we seem to have stopped caring how we are percepted.

Then, just to make a point, I gave my own look a good thinking through.

I never brush my hair, I very seldom wear any make up, my style is at best described as chic punk.... and almost always black, but I enjoy wearing grey as well. I wear chains and buckles, high heels and chiffon...

In all fairness I have to admit my own sense of dresscode is a bit off... and I don't even wear newest fashion, I dress according to my mood... suppose that is not what can be considered proper dresscode, or is it?

Maybe to dress according to your own feeling is the most honest thing to do, if clothes should be about personality and not about what somebody told us to wear because everybody else does.

Truth?

I am not very good at talking too often to the same person... but I talk a lot to different people.
Professional hazard, I suppose, but it gives me insights in truths I never thought I would agree to, and more important: I have discovered that the truth I believe in is not the same truth as you believe in and consider true.
Talking to different people makes me aware we all have different baggage, different experiences, other values and morals and it all adds to the final conclusion we form in our mind, based on our consciousness, to be what things or issues are like.

I always tell the truth, I never lie. Not because I do not see the obvious advantages it could grant me to serve a white lie, or to spruce the story to fit in better with the current situation, but because I am way too distracted and easy to confuse... I even confuse myself at times... Often.
Anyway; in order not to paint myself into painful and troublesome corners, I stick to the truth so I know and remember what I said last.

However... since I tell my version of the truth, does it make me more trustworthy than someone not that careful with what version of the story they tell?