I'll hit you with ALL my bracelets!

Yes, that's me.

We were the only two tenants on the second floor of this old building, but two nights ago I realized there were some lights on next door. Quickly I went to our living room, just to have a look throught the window. I wasn't wearing my chanel glasses, so I couldn't see them properly. Against my desire, my new neighbor wasn't a cute guy, actually was a couple who looked happy and in love, or at least that was what I could see hidden between the paper curtains.
It was a Saturday night,  and the only company I had was my BlackBerry and my green laptop. So I thought that going there and say Hi, could be a good way to kill some pathetic and boring time. I couldn't go and introduce myself empy-handed, so I took my carkeys and ran to a liquor store. I bought them a bottle of red wine, not a fancy one, I still didn't know if they deserve an expensive one; so I decided for a Chilean one, good taste, but nothing out of this world.
And there I was, going upstairs, a little nervous but also excited, I was going to have a conversation! Cause the silence was killing me with memories, a lethal weapon for a everyday-heart-broken-lady.
They opened the door and instantly I looked to what was the guy wearing: a polo shirt with blue and white stripes, a pair of 90's levi's and sneakers. It's funny how I can remember what was a person wearing instead of focusing in his name. So I baptized him "the guy with the stripes". He was nice and had a kind smile, I was trying to see the other person, so he noticed it and call the girl by her name.

Wear them even in the pool!
Girl, don't be shy.

I couldn't believe it! I knew her, we were in the same university, and she was younger than me, but somehow she looked older now, her clothes told me that she has a more adult life than I do. She was wearing a boring grey suit, barefoot.
"Heeeey, long time no see!, How are you?, do you live nextdoor?, is that for us?, thank you, you shouldn't have, so tell me where are you working right now?, are you married?" Yep, that bitch approached me with all those questions without taking a breath after every question mark... She was annoying me and I regreted buying them that red wine bottle, I needed to drink alcohol more than they did, I had no answers for those questions and they had; they even had each other, I was alone: two cats and a computer, what a party!
I never liked her during university, she was the kind of girl who looks taken out of a GAP's catalog: boooooring. I didn't like her because I didn't like the looks she gave me back then. My whole life I've been asked why do I wear those clothes, and it's not like I have green hair with an 80's london punk style, I'm just a little bit more brave than the majority when I choose what's in my wardrobe. Just a couple of hours ago, when I went to get my coffeee, the barista told me he remembers me from going there a week ago, and all because "the way you dresses".
While they were inviting me to go in, I decided I was going to forget all those bad looks and relax myself, a lot of time has passed and maybe she wasn't going to judge me again, not even with her eyes.
"You guys will love this bulding, the neighborhood is amazing and all the other neighbors are nice and young, so you don't have to worry about the noise or parties" and I ended with a nervous "ha ha".
"Oh yes, is great" she said, without taking her eyes off my right wrist. And then she took her revolver out of her conscience and shot: "You couldn't decided which bracelts to wear, right?"
I gave her the look, "What do you mean bitch?" (Actually, I didn't give her the "B" word, just thought about it) "What's wrong with my bracelets?"
"Well" she said, "it just seems like you are wearing the whole jewelly shop" and she giggled.
With more than 2 years living abroad, I forgot how stupdly jugdmental are the people in this city.
But I wasn't going to just let that happen. I was like that most of my life, but not anymore, I was going to defend the freedom of styleech. Someone has to stand out for those who like to wear the latest stuff from the catwalk. Perhaps, when Alexander Mcqueen was young, a lot of coward and boring people criticized him.
So I told her that for her information, wearing the whole jewellery shop was sooo in this season, and that I felt sorry for her, why would a person wear grey clothes when in this city is always summer?
With tha said, I wished them good night, and left.
As soon as I got into my apartment, I played my favorite cd at this moment: Lady Gaga, and did it loud, so they, specially she, could hear her songs, and I dancend infront of the window, wearing a purple vintage hat and making a lot of noise with my bracelets.
Poor of the people who have to wear boring clothes just to feel like an adult, and even worst, poor of the people who think that what you wear has a direct relation with how old you are.
Tomorrow I will wear my ripped jeans with my vintage biker boots and my beige Alexander Mcqueen jacket, and I'm sure that's gonna giver he some questiones, for which I do have answers.
                                                               

Wear them even in the pool! Girl, don't be shy.