How I love that most people keep saying "don't judge a book by its cover", but nearly everybody judges the "book" by its cover in real life.
I see it all the time.
Exhibit A: my own life.
I'm not an adult "ugly duckling", but I'm insignificant enough to have most people just ignore me. I'm somehow invisible.
I see handsome blokes and pretty gals being noticed whilst I could be under some Invisibility cloak.
I'm not jealous (for the most excellent reason that I don't give a fig), but that shows me for certain that appearances is what most people pay attention to. They don't care about the contents of the "book"; they look at the cover and decide that the pretty ones are the ones worth investigating.
This is just an observation and a statement.
Exhibit B: my hair.
I'm not an old lady, but... my DNA decided that it would be a good idea to start turning my hair white.
And so... I've had retired people offer me their seats on the bus (okay... I may look a tad tired, but my two main wrinkles are laugh lines; they must be looking at my hair and jump to conclusion).
Exhibit C: my old jacket.
Yes, it's old. It does look old, but it's clean... but it does look old, and Mother advised me to not go to work with that rag as I could risk having people giving me money to buy a new one.
I don't care about the way it looks because I firmly believe that appearances are not important.
Some people will stop at my not-pretty face, my almost white hair, and my ancient jacket (I'm still not giving a fig).
I believe that what's in my brain and my heart is more important than the way I look. Then again, I always open the books I "meet".
2 comments:
due to family quirks I have had grey hair in streaks since I was 12 and fully by the end of my twenties, I am now sown white and have been offered seats and chairs and jumping queues many times, If I am tired I take it, I dress how I want and I like comfortable, I have been asked when I am due to retire and am I retired yet for decades (no in the UK I have nearly 20 years to just qualify for a pension) one guy even said he wanted my job when I retired only to find out we had less than a year between our ages (roflmao) I wear flat boring shoes (comfortable) loose but not very stylish clothes (nice comfy and me) I wear glasses and if I am not being life and soul I fade into the back ground, meh those who make an effort know I am a true gem, the rest can just walk on by, pretty is as pretty does, was an old phrase my granny used often. you have to look at the cover but you should open it to make sure you haven't made a mistake ;-) welcome to the hidden gems world hunny!
Thank you! ^_^
Comfortable clothes and shoes (!!! *meganods*) are quite important in my (no pun intended) book.
When I meet ladies I've known all my life who don't have a single grey hair, I end up wondering how often they have to visit their hairdressers (and how much it costs!). In my early grey days, I tried some henna, but it just takes too much time - time that I now spend sewing books, or writing.
The guy who wanted your job must need glasses.
You're an angel with lovely "pages". *hugs*
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