It is often said that fear is a powerful motivator. I have recently learned through painful experience how true that is, and the magnitude to which
fear controls even our most rudimentary decision making processes. To explain this, I will need to be open about some very personal issues here, but I
am willing to bite the bullet and do so in order to make the point I will conclude this thread with. I hope it’s worth opening myself to potential
ridicule. I believe it is. You may feel differently.
What I am about to say is merely an example, albeit a real-life one. It may not seem to have any relevance to your own life, or to politics, or to
conspiracies, but I truly believe it is. Please read fully and consider.
I should state for the record that I know a thing or two about fear, including irrational fear. I suffer from social anxiety disorder. If you aren’t
familiar with this, it is a psychological disorder causing moderate to severe anxiety during social interaction or when sufficient people are present
in the proximity of the sufferer. It is not the same as agoraphobia, which is an acute fear of open spaces. It is something I have dealt with for some
time, and although I continue to make strides toward not letting it disproportionately impact my life, it is still something I deal with on a daily
basis. It isn’t anywhere near as severe as it is for many less fortunate sufferers. I can go out and conduct whatever business I need to, go
shopping, etc. But it is still more of a challenge than it would be for someone not as socially awkward or anxious as I am. I say all of that only
because it will help to justify and explain the context in which the aforementioned “painful experience” I recently had which has taught me just
how governed by fear so many people actually are. Please note that because of this, for many years I was fairly isolated from people. As a consequence
of this, I have been somewhat naive to many things considered normal or taken for granted in society at large. So please excuse any of that naivete
that shines through in this post.
I have been in therapy for some time for my anxiety. I started this therapy because I wanted to face and overcome my fears, so that they would not
negatively impact my life to the same degree that they had for so many years. I am fortunate enough to have a compassionate and open-minded therapist
who understands that the goal is not to make me “normal,” but rather to give me the coping tools necessary to help me be happy and anxiety-free on
my own terms, and in accordance with my own personal beliefs and principles. One of those beliefs and principles is that I will treat others with
compassion and acceptance regardless of any material factor, i.e. how they dress, what ethnicity they are, etc. It’s perfectly fine if other people
don’t agree with those principles, but that is how I have chosen to live my life.
In any event, one day my therapist and I were discussing my anxieties, and it was explained to me that in our society, there are two major factors in
achieving a level of social “comfort.” The first being a lack of acute and overwhelming anxiety, i.e. my continuing efforts to overcome my issues,
and the second being “social acceptance.” While my therapist is, as I said, fine with me being myself as I try to overcome my social anxiety, she
noted that it might be easier for me if I changed the way I dressed. It wasn’t a mandatory statement on her part; just a suggestion.
I should explain that I dress for comfort, and humility. That’s just part of who I am. It isn’t part of a mental issue. I wear sweats and T-shirts
because *gasp, shock* that’s what I like to wear. I don’t concern myself with how I look or fashion. I bathe and take care of hygiene of course,
but when it comes to what I wear on the outside - apart from work clothes of course, because then I’m being paid - I just can’t possibly be
bothered. I couldn’t care less. I don’t believe in “presenting” myself. I instead choose to “be" myself. So this suggestion took me a
moment to process. I asked what was meant by it, and the reply was that people often make judgments about others based on their clothing choices and
might make social acceptance, and therefore a reduction of my anxiety, more challenging. I already knew that, but I was a bit taken aback by it being
mentioned by a therapist. As far as I’m concerned, how someone dresses is irrelevant. I know not everyone feels that way, which is fine, but this is
my life I’m talking about, not anyone else’s. So my reply was, “Well, that’s fine. I accept that challenge. I’m not changing how I dress to
please other people.” My therapist agreed, and that was that.
Now, in my opinion, that should have been the end of it. However, when some of my “friends” got wind of this from me later, I was surprised to
find that they were literally aghast at my choice. “Appearance is important in our society.” “It’s offensive if you dress that way ALL the
time.” “You wouldn’t even dress up to go out with us somewhere, even if we did?” These were all responses I received. To which I responded
that, no, I would not dress up socially. That just isn’t me. It’s okay if they want to, but how I dress isn’t affecting anyone else around me
unless they’re so shallow that I honestly wouldn’t want to socialize with them anyway. That’s when the revelation happened. My friends seemed
literally horrified, shocked, and appalled.
“But it does affect us. If you go out with us, and we go to the trouble of dressing up, and you don’t, it looks bad.” I asked how.
“We’ll all be dressed up, and you won’t. Think how that looks to people.” I asked why it matters what other people think. “You’re being
selfish, because people aren’t like you. They DO care how we dress.”
And there was the rub. My friends, who for my part I would accept and love unconditionally regardless of such concerns, were embarrassed by the way I
dressed. They were afraid of what other people would think of them. Moreover, they were actually angry at me for not giving in and
conforming for their benefit. Over the next week, they spoke to me less and less, and eventually started avoiding me. One of them became so angry at
me, that they cursed me out. Even some of my online friends, who I don’t even know on a face-to-face basis, seemed genuinely disturbed and
angered by my stance. I was left thinking the same thing over and over: “Really? Over sweat pants?”
During my next therapy session, I explained what had happened, and asked for very specific examples of what exactly it is that people might think of
someone who dresses the way I do. The therapist said, after I asked her to be blunt, “Some things people might think - and I don’t think this mind
you, but you asked so I’m going to tell you - are: working out, lazy, or slob.” Now, maybe this is where the aforementioned naivete comes in, but
I simply don’t understand how or why people feel they can make accurate judgments about others based solely upon how they’re dressed. The
therapist suggested a compromise, saying that, for example, when she goes out she wears something she herself likes, but that would also be socially
acceptable in her opinion. I asked why she cares whether it’s socially acceptable. She scratched her head for a moment, and thought about it, and
then replied, “Well, I guess ultimately everyone is insecure in their own ways and to different degrees.”
That’s when it all clicked. It’s all about fear. And it doesn’t stop with our choice of clothing.
How many ad campaigns have you seen recently? How many of them extolled the virtues of their candidate? How many more focused on why you should be
afraid of the other candidate winning? Which ones swayed you the most (if they swayed you at all)? Which ones do you honestly think sway less
informed voters more?
Really think about it. How many decisions in your life - or if if you’re fortunate enough to be immune somehow, in the lives of other people you
know - from what you/they wear, to what you/they eat and don’t eat, to what you/they vote for or against, to what you/they find fashionable, listen
to, support, attack, defend, etc. are actually just the product of fear?
Well, I don’t know about anyone else. And I respect everyone’s right to choose for themselves what they want to do. But henceforth, I am making it
my mission in life to make decisions based on what I truly want, and not on what I fear happening otherwise. I started seeing a
therapist because I wanted to overcome fears. I still want to work with her to do that, and I will continue to do so. But I will not trade those fears
for another set of fears (fear of lack of conformity.) That doesn’t make my life better, easier, or more enriched. It only gives me something else
to fear, and a means of avoiding that fear rather than facing it (dressing to please others rather than the way I want to dress.)
My example is just that: an example. But as I said, really ask yourself: how much of your life or the lives of those around you are governed by fear?
I want to face and overcome my fears, not be governed by them. That will be a great challenge, and might take me years to achieve. But I think
that’s a challenge worth undertaking. Dressing fashionably to please others, for me at least, isn’t. Nor is voting for a candidate because I’m
afraid of the other one winning. Nor is voting against a measure because while I might agree with it in principle, someone has raised doubts in
people’s minds about potential complications arising from it.
I hope opening up about myself in this way has made some people think, at least. If people disagree with me, which I expect and welcome, please have
the courtesy to do so with civility and compassion. I've had about as much of being made to feel "weird" for my life choices as I can tolerate this
month. Your decorum is appreciated.
Peace.