I went to a concert with some friends yesterday and had a great time. It wasn’t just the music and their company – it was the people watching!!
I’m a people watcher kids. I can’t help it, I come from a long line of people watchers and my closest friends are all people watchers. We all have kind of a code when people watching.
There was no shortage of amazing sights. I don’t know if it is maturity or old age but I find myself feeling sorry for some. I get the 20 year olds in the bikini tops and hoochie momma shorts – they are young, dumb and most were very inebriated. It is their thing, I’m telling myself it is a phase they will grow out of – hey, it helps me sleep at night.
But to see women my age and older – much older, trying to carry off the same look or worse that’s when my normally sarcastic nature turns into pity. To try that hard to get attention – and what kind of attention are you wanting, anyway? And none of them looked happy, more like their eyes darted around to see if anyone was looking at them.
Hot pink fishnets, open black micro skirt, corset and six inch platform patent leather shoes is not something I expected to see on a women in her 50s. And young men, I hope someone took a picture of you in your purple skinny jeans to show your children one day.
But like I said – more power to you for strutting your stuff proudly. I couldn’t do it.
Then the most beautiful girl in the whole arena walk by.
Her cloths were inconspicuous, her smile was sweet; she had slightly sunken eyes, a joyous aura and a bit of peach fuzz coming in at random spots on her bald head. She had recently undergone treatment and walked unremarkably through the crowd seemingly unaware of it.
And I was envious of her beauty.
Her strength in just the simple act of walking amongst the crowd seemingly unaware of the double takes and shocked looks. The way she leaned in to hear her friend and rewarded them with a genuine laugh and tender smile. I don’t know that I could do that.
So often we try to attract the attention of others and we fail; then there are other times that we try not to attract attention at all and we are the focal point of the room.
It really isn’t the clothing we wear that tells the story, but the way we carry ourselves, the light that shines through and the smile that can be had despite everything else. This striking girl was a reminder to me that life can be ugly and events can suck, but we can still be beautiful if we just be ourselves.
It was the best people watching day ever.
Lisa K. McDonald, CPRW
Certified Professional Resume Writer
Career Polish, Inc.