Shades of Navy
I've said before that I've never been bored or lonely. Not ever. That wasn't entirely true; I tend to grow bored when I have to listen to someone talk about something I have zero interest in, and have no hope of growing any interest.
I've just never been bored when I'm alone.
One of the things I find really boring is fashion, or clothing, or whatever you care to call it. To me, clothing is functional. As long as it serves a purpose (keeps you warm, or dry, or covers what's supposed to be covered), and as long as it's comfortable, I couldn't give a shit about the rest of it, most of the time.
This doesn't mean I look like an idiot, and I certainly don't dress like a dork. I tend to go with t-shirts, jeans and running shoes (or boots) - things you can't go wrong with. If I dress up, I wear a cotton dress shirt instead of a t-shirt.
When I shop for clothes, I tend to gravitate toward what feels good to touch - usually, natural fabrics. Scratchy, rough, stiff or silky things just don't do it for me. I also tend to buy 'lights' or 'darks', and I avoid bright colors (not because I don't like them, but having to pay $4 just to wash and dry one red shirt because it won't fit in with the darks or lights is dumb and expensive, in my opinion).
In my world, there are three shades of blue: dark blue, medium blue (or just 'blue') and light blue. The people who drive me batshit are those who seem to think that I'm supposed to be able to distinguish between the seventeen different shades of navy blue that apparently exist. To me, 'navy' blue is DARK blue. End of story.
And, there are those who moan about how they bought the wrong shade of cool red (and then elaborate on how there are warm reds and neutral reds, as well).
Then, they go on at length about hemlines, cut, style, and so on. To me, a collar is a collar, and 99% of the time, all collars look alike. I can certainly tell the difference between a v-neck and a round neck, but 99% of the time, I don't care, so I don't notice.
But, people act like I'm naturally supposed to care (just like I'm supposed to just naturally want kids, or believe in god, or want to have sex). And, even though I tell them I couldn't care less, or that I find it boring, they go on and on and on about it.
I know one woman who has about 137 pairs of shoes, and she'll tell you about EVERY FUCKING PAIR in intense detail.
I know one woman who is rabid about the latest styles, and if someone wears 'last year's hemline', she pitches a fit and feels the need to point it out to anyone who'll listen.
I know a woman who will literally go to every damn clothing store in the city just to find the PERFECT shade of navy that matches a pair of earrings she bought, and who'll waste $50 in gas because another shade of navy just wasn't 'right'. And, she has to explain this to everyone in detail.
I know a woman who will shop every week, and go on at length about every single thing she bought - the colors, the styles, the prices, the money she saved, the stores she shopped at, what the stores had that she didn't buy, and so on.
And, of course, these are the people who tell me I need to get a life. And that Aspies are boring because we talk about our own interests.
Glazing over and drooling apparently doesn't help. Not making eye contact and only grunting on occasion doesn't work, either. Completely ignoring them only makes them talk louder. I can tell my friends to shut the hell up, but it doesn't work with my coworkers, since the boss tends to frown upon such things.
I'll just never understand why hemlines and styles and shades of navy are important.
I've just never been bored when I'm alone.
One of the things I find really boring is fashion, or clothing, or whatever you care to call it. To me, clothing is functional. As long as it serves a purpose (keeps you warm, or dry, or covers what's supposed to be covered), and as long as it's comfortable, I couldn't give a shit about the rest of it, most of the time.
This doesn't mean I look like an idiot, and I certainly don't dress like a dork. I tend to go with t-shirts, jeans and running shoes (or boots) - things you can't go wrong with. If I dress up, I wear a cotton dress shirt instead of a t-shirt.
When I shop for clothes, I tend to gravitate toward what feels good to touch - usually, natural fabrics. Scratchy, rough, stiff or silky things just don't do it for me. I also tend to buy 'lights' or 'darks', and I avoid bright colors (not because I don't like them, but having to pay $4 just to wash and dry one red shirt because it won't fit in with the darks or lights is dumb and expensive, in my opinion).
In my world, there are three shades of blue: dark blue, medium blue (or just 'blue') and light blue. The people who drive me batshit are those who seem to think that I'm supposed to be able to distinguish between the seventeen different shades of navy blue that apparently exist. To me, 'navy' blue is DARK blue. End of story.
And, there are those who moan about how they bought the wrong shade of cool red (and then elaborate on how there are warm reds and neutral reds, as well).
Then, they go on at length about hemlines, cut, style, and so on. To me, a collar is a collar, and 99% of the time, all collars look alike. I can certainly tell the difference between a v-neck and a round neck, but 99% of the time, I don't care, so I don't notice.
But, people act like I'm naturally supposed to care (just like I'm supposed to just naturally want kids, or believe in god, or want to have sex). And, even though I tell them I couldn't care less, or that I find it boring, they go on and on and on about it.
I know one woman who has about 137 pairs of shoes, and she'll tell you about EVERY FUCKING PAIR in intense detail.
I know one woman who is rabid about the latest styles, and if someone wears 'last year's hemline', she pitches a fit and feels the need to point it out to anyone who'll listen.
I know a woman who will literally go to every damn clothing store in the city just to find the PERFECT shade of navy that matches a pair of earrings she bought, and who'll waste $50 in gas because another shade of navy just wasn't 'right'. And, she has to explain this to everyone in detail.
I know a woman who will shop every week, and go on at length about every single thing she bought - the colors, the styles, the prices, the money she saved, the stores she shopped at, what the stores had that she didn't buy, and so on.
And, of course, these are the people who tell me I need to get a life. And that Aspies are boring because we talk about our own interests.
Glazing over and drooling apparently doesn't help. Not making eye contact and only grunting on occasion doesn't work, either. Completely ignoring them only makes them talk louder. I can tell my friends to shut the hell up, but it doesn't work with my coworkers, since the boss tends to frown upon such things.
I'll just never understand why hemlines and styles and shades of navy are important.