What We Are Wearing in Public

Preface. This is both a small and big topic in my humble opinion. Let me keep the shortest version. The long version includes self image and projections, attitudes, special occasions and what’s in fashion. The short version is clothing only based on what we are doing and who we are on a daily basis. I’m also going to focus on the United States of America’s southwest region. It is the one I know most and it covers warm and cold weather. My readership is likely familiar with it also. People from all over the world know Los Angeles, CA for instance.

If you took a snapshot of people out in public midday during the work week of Monday through Friday this is a hint at what people are wearing and what it means to an average person. Writing this because people from other countries may not realize what it looks like to the regulars around town. Hoping also my Hawaii people(friends and strangers) get why I wear certain things when I leave California and visit Hawaii and I have difficulty switching over to island styles. Here is what it looks like.

Who is dressing the best midday during the work week? Usually professional office personnel. This includes both civilian and military. Next are the people who visit those people. Below that group are people in schools whether teacher or student. Then it is the service people whether they are in uniforms or just good work clothing. Below them are the people being serviced in casual clothing such as someone taking their car to get repairs, grocery shopping. Below those consumers and customers are their children and people they hire with cash. Children may or may not dress as well as parents and guardians. People who are only working on a cash basis tend to be dressed the least expensive and important wearing clothes suitable for work ranging from errands to hard labor.

What gets confusing is when people dress lower or higher than they actually are. For instance, some wealthy people just wear very casual clothes in public–they may have been working on their own car or yard, or were out doing a sport such as surfing, skateboarding, bicycling and others. Also there are low workforce people and migrants who have paid for or stolen more expensive clothes and are pretending things–like being more important than the full time wealthy, military, school and office people.

It gets even more confusing when important people dress very casual like a migrant or service person and migrants dress like people working in administration and politics. I find it WORRISOME when well dressed poor people behave entitled around actual important people dressed casually who look scared and terrorized.

I need to pause here. It is troubling me to write this out.

If you believe in the ‘wind’… it is admitting I was “terrorized by Kremlin partners” and forced to look like a migrant to Russians in Hawaii in my youth. Those partners may have been migrants from south of the California/Mexico border.

The Small Town Soap Box

fictional mini story

There in the middle of a small town square of a few hundred people… was a very practical wooden box about a meter square or three feet at every dimension. Every Friday afternoon before everyone went home for dinner one person stood on the box and spoke of the week’s currents. Another may stand up on it and give some advice, yet another may tell a short story or some jokes and that’s it every week. Who gets to stand on the soapbox? Well it could be the same people, or the whole town could take turns. What if the whole town did take turns and certain people were “always unavailable” when it was their turn?

One day a youth went looking for an older woman who was never taking her turn. He went to her home on the outskirts of town and knocked on the door. “Ma’am? Why haven’t you taken your turn on the box during my whole life? No one even wants to talk about you.”

The old woman was slow to begin then replied, “I stood on the soapbox for an hour in my youth. I was shaking from injuries and malnutrition and told the story about the sister town twenty miles away that was raided and burned to the ground. This town doesn’t even want to look at me because it reminds them of what happened.”

A Simple View of Leadership in a Nation

It may be well known in very civilized countries that military leaders, government leaders tend to spend more time with other forms of leaders and are disciplining higher criminals(who are likely leaders).

Average and below average people are normally left to do their work for their family, community and the nation. If they break a law they are taken to a civilian court of law for the correct disciplinary action, the usual goal is to correct something and return the individual to society again.

Dust to Dust, Back to Earth

I like nature walks like these in the real world. Not every one can or should follow me though. We all need OUR OWN TIMELINES and paths in life. You can follow me for instance online, but you can do it when you feel like, even in the YEAR you feel like.

I may be returning to Mother Earth themes in the future of my online publishing. Just focusing on health, body, the lands we live on, cultivation, herbalism, organics, gardening(?) even thinking spiritually about people and living. I’ve dealt with the past a lot in recent years and I don’t want to keep going on it. I feel stalkers and snoopers needed to be MORE AWARE why I’m not their actual target. I’m not well monied nor well connected. I had to be disconnected a long time ago. I was replaced by at least 30 people! I discovered… there IS NO SPOT FOR ME to take, slip into, or waiting for me anywhere in Hollywood even outside of it for the town. So I’m staying retired from it.

Here on my blog site, I may continue to post broader ideas and themes. I humbly apologize if there were people expecting me to be a full Hollywood Spielberg. I’m not the same blood, nor same kind of people. I’m more a bohemian, mellow, easy going type of person. Not fancy, just kinda average.

What is the “dust to dust” reference? It means I spent much of my time in my earliest years outside under the sun and skies even barefoot by choice. I like the idea of remembering the Earth and being a part of IT. I don’t have be “one with the human race” or “one with the entertainment’s hive mind thinking and experience”. Being a part of the entertainment industry, even as a friend and not-employed… means a certain ongoing awareness and thoughtfulness. I NO LONGER NEED TO “hold fast” to it. I am returning to “dusty things”. I’m dead to entertainment, but not so much to our Mother Earth. I still have things to do for it. TBD!

No more major corporation contacts!

Hey people, I was too young to be a real corporation executive in the 1970s. I had connections back then to future high paying jobs, but I got HOSTAGED… even taken around the world for a time. Mainly in Hollywood, people were injuring me and asking for money. I BEGGED to be disconnected. I didn’t want to spend my early years in life being attacked. It looked bleak, like criminals just planned to injure me, get money and kill me. Family members were injured too. So WE HAD TO BE DISCONNECTED. There was NO WAY OUT. The companies I had connections to were young and some in start up, meaning no dividends or pay checks anyway. So no hostage money for criminals. I just got cut off completely–no more future job. There were years, decades I lived in low poverty as a result. The criminals involved just kept demanding money and were even stealing survival monies. Some in L.A. PRETENDED they stole my wealth and clout. My health was poor, I was interfered with on so many levels for years and years… but I guess the memo didn’t go out and around? Not connected. Not making any money from anything for years. I was on a stipend to be kept alive. I don’t think I even made a phone call to any company owners to wish happy birthday or anything my whole life. So this idea of threatening to harm me for hostage monies is pathetic. Has been for decades now. Criminals just get frustrated and punished.

What this looks like I was an ACE of cards in the 1970s that people used… got turned into an average “3”, not even a clever deuce(“2”). Looking at things now, it appears criminals have been in denial all these years. May be why I wasn’t allowed to just go have a normal average working middle class life. They may STILL be pretending I have value somehow.

I’ve been a disabled person. In the past they’ve paid doctors off to not allow a disability letter. I’m mobile these days, just not healthy enough for full time work even at a desk.