Conformity?

I’ve just realized that I’m well on my way to becoming what I’ve tried to avoid for a long time; a stereotypical girl.

I have five bags and two purses (I never used to know the distinction between them!). I have eleven different pairs of shoes; including running shoes and “nice tennis-shoes” (?!). Not to mention a makeup bag (who needs that much makeup?) Luckily, I have never used it all at once, but still, just the fact that I have all that scares me.

I’ve always thought of myself as a nonconformist (I play the bassoon for heaven’s sake), but I think I’ve come to think that it’s not so bad to conform sometimes, if only to mix in with society better, or to not stick out so much.

I don’t necessarily believe that having bags, purses, and a horde of shoes makes me a conformist though. I’ll put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before I’ll even consider wearing a dress (unless of course all my jeans are in the dirty clothes hamper… like today).

But then again, I’m a conformist because I don’t wear dresses, you see? Because I’m conforming with other nonconformists; and when I wear the dress, I’m a nonconformist to all the nonconformists. You see how complicated it can get? Almost everyone is some sort of conformist/nonconformist. It’s very hard nowadays to create any truly “original” style because we’ve been influenced by what other people have done in past decades and centuries.