- The Art of Not Caring -
It is 2011. I own a four foot tall, stuffed sock monkey. I am in college. I name said monkey Philip. I dress him in an extra t-shirt that I have lying around. He becomes the statement piece of my dorm room decor.
I am not ashamed of Philip, as I probably should be. In fact, I think the concept of Philip is pretty darn funny. This life-sized stuffed animal guarding my lofted college bed is nothing short of hilarious to me. Visitors comment on him. Friends love him. Boyfriends find him strange.
I use him as a pillow during naps, as a desk for my ancient Dell laptop, as a sobbing station during breakups. I love Philip. Philip is weird. I am weird. Other people think that I am weird.
I don't really care.
'Those are some shoes.' I'm standing on a corner in downtown Seattle, waiting to use the crosswalk. An incredible amount of 2017 Toyota Priuses are whizzing by me. By both me and this middle aged man in relaxed denim and a tee. He is genuinely confused about my footwear.
I watch him as he continues to stare at my pointy-toed faux snakeskin pumps. A couple with matching blue hair walks past us. He finds my shoes to be more of a spectacle. 'Ick, your shoes are weird,' he says. He crosses the street.
I'm annoyed. And now self-conscious. Are my heels really that weird? I suddenly feel the need to Urban Dictionary the definition of 'weird.' Could it be slang for something positive? Am I getting old? Should I change the shoes?
Judging. We all do it - as much as we try not to. The whole concept had me down. Until I remembered a fact from the ever-wise and ever-weird 2011 Quinn:
People are actually pretty rude.
But, that's okay. Own the Philip. Wear the shoes. Be the insanely strange or the intensely straight-laced person that you are. Not everyone will agree with you. And, that is some kind of wonderful. Because those who mind don't matter and those that matter don't mind. Dr. Seuss said it best.
P.S.: What do you think of Philip? Asking for a friend.