So today I was walking down the hallway, whistling a little tune, as happy as a person can be. Like usual, I was wearing my bright, crazy clothing, which does turn a few heads, but generally amuses and keeps me happy. Now, although people probably think it, no one has ever really brought up my clothing to me. I mean, how rude would that be, right?
Obviously my old teacher finds no boundaries on the subject of rudeness.

So, like I stated before, I was just walking down the hall when my old dean of students stopped me and said, “Hey, Bridget, is today crazy fashion day, or wear clothes that don’t match day?”

Oh my god, oh my god. How awkward can you BE? Do you understand how awkwardly awful that is? Not only is it completely insulting, but seriously, that’s like asking a fat lady when the baby’s due, only to learn that there is no baby, she’s just had a few too many cheeseburgers.

So, not really knowing how to reply to that, I just said something along the lines of, “Uh… No… Why…?”

Now, what I’d expect a NORMAL HUMAN PERSON who knows the general human rules of polite conversation to do is start backtracking and trying to make excuses for herself. That’s what I would do. BUT NO. This woman was not backing down. On the contrary, she decided to ignore every sign that told her to stop digging, and proceeded to bury herself into an even a deeper hole.
“Oh, I just figured from the way you’re dressed that, well, you know… There was some sort of theme day. Because that’s not normally how people dress…”

Oh hell no.

Way to judge a book by it’s cover! Everyone is different, and everyone is individual. So to say that someone is strange to wear something because other people don’t is stupid. Actually, it’s not stupid it’s frigging idiotic. You don’t judge books by their covers. You judge books by the pages inside!
And just by the way, If I was judging you by your clothes dean of students, I’d make you out as an old twat who is so out of fashion you still by sweaters from the bargain bin at the dollar store. That’s right, I said it.

So before you point and stare at some kid who is dressed in complete Lolita gear, or some kid who is wearing their pants down to their knees, stop and think. Maybe they’ve got the right idea. Maybe by being so different, they’re setting themselves apart from the rest, and showing the world their true colours.

So, who is laughing at whom now? The person who dresses like the other million Abercrombie and Fitchers, or the individual? I think you can guess.