I am a big scaredy cat but there's one thing that sometimes scares me more than snakes, spiders, death or all that crap.
And it is trivial as fuck.
What is it?
I hate the idea of going somewhere and finding out that someone has the same outfit on as me.
(See what I mean? Trivial as fuck.)
On a day to day basis, this doesn't bother me too much. I mean, occasionally I'll see someone wearing the same colour top as me and momentarily panic that they might have on EXACTLY THE SAME top. (This happens a lot on the rare occasions I wear black.) But my panic is usually unfounded.
Anytime an event that may necessitate a nice dress comes up, I go into overdrive for weeks beforehand trying to source a dress that other people aren't likely to have thought of purchasing too. And even then, it's a total panic on the actual night wondering if my worst fear is going to be realised. I feel so sorry for those celebrities who are snapped in magazines because they wore the same dress on the same night - especially when it is accompanied by readers voting over who they think wore it best.
The thing is . . . if I have a certain top, dress, skirt etc, and then someone else copies me and buys it, whether on purpose or by accident . . . I feel like I can't wear it anymore. Because what if other people think I copied them???
I know, it doesn't make much sense.
I guess it all goes back to when I had this lovely adidas backpack when I was in first year of high school. (Yeah, I was waaaayyyy stylish). Then this really annoying dude in my class turned up one day with the same bag. Eek. Of course, I had to keep my bag hidden all day, and then start using a different one from then on in. I didn't want anyone to REALISE we had the same bag. I didn't want people to think we had something in common.
Perhaps it runs in the family. Also in high school, my little sister worked three full weekends at the local cake factory to make money to treat herself to a Helle Hansen jacket. A week later, a guy in HER class turned up wearing it. She could never wear it again.
(Of course, maybe the lesson for both of us here is never buy unisex stuff.)
Perhaps I need to turn to vintage. At least that would significantly cut down on the chances of me wearing the same outfit as someone else, I suppose . . .