I haven’t worn a suit and tie, or a sport coat and tie since the day I retired almost 14-years ago. My footwear has consisted solely of sneakers (white) since that day, as well.
My daily garb consists of a clean pair of Khakis (light olive-brown), a clean short sleeved cotton knit pull-over shirt (two-buttons), and a pair of clean white sneakers with white sport socks.
And, as a matter of course, I wear only short sleeve shirts all year long, no matter how cold the weather, because I can’t stand the feel of long sleeved shirts.
I am hygienically clean, and absolutely clean-shaven; although I do need a long overdue haircut. It’s long and scraggily, making me look much older than my 74-years.
I promised my late wife on her death bed that I’d get a haircut. At this stage, though, my fear is that I might have to start showing ID again to buy beer!
Some people (most of them know very little about me) think that I’m an eccentric. While I’m proud to know a few eccentrics, I don’t believe that I’m one of them.
In my opinion, eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride.
The genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics simply because neither are afraid of and/or influenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
I’m no genius or aristocrat, and for me in particular, it isn’t that I don’t care how I look (I care very much), it’s just that, at my age, I don’t give a flying damn about what others—closest friends excluded—think of me.
I’ve always divided people into two classes: the normal honest (the majority) and the stupid.
The first group above covers a majority of the people, including some mighty rich folks. Their financial fortunes haven’t changed them. They’re as kind and thoughtful of others as they’ve ever been.
The other group—the stupid—fall into two sub-groupings, and they’re the ones causing all the problems.
Some of them are stupid but don’t know it; patience should be the order of the day for such people. Most of them can be converted to the normal honest group.
Others, however, are stupid; they’re well aware of the fact, and they seem to be exceeding proud of it. Plainly put, they’re butt-holes, and they should be shunned at all costs.
But above and well beyond all of this is the fact that MOST human beings—me included—have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.
And the longer I think about it, the more convinced I become that Earth may well be some other planet’s HELL.
Oh, well, we just have to make the best of things. And, YES, I’m going to get a haircut, just not today, and I’m going to be pretty busy the next several months as well.
Of course, this could all change in a heartbeat, especially if some nice, attractive sixtyish or seventyish lady were to hint that I could get very “lucky” if I got a haircut.