Stopped briefly in a traffic snarl in front of the local high school this morning. Streams of kids flowing down the sidewalks.
I study the clothes they are wearing and note the patterns that emerge. There are the kids in black, heavy boots, dyed hair, big metal buckles and snaps. There are sporty kids, athletic clothing, expensive, outlandish, sneakers (too expensive and fancy to call sneakers any more I guess). There are girls wearing fancy clothing that exposes way too much skin (says Grampa), kids who are sensibly dressed (which i suppose means their parents are dressing them!) huge backpacks, and there is the jeans and sweatshirt group as well.
It strikes me that all these kids, except possibly the sad kids dressed by their parents, have taken great pains to put together the right look. At this stage in their life, the look is the identity.
When is the last time I worried that much about my look? and is that good? or bad?
These youngsters are still fresh and learning and totally open to new experience. They change their future as easily as they change their clothes.
Time to clean out the closet.