Me, Albert & Thor

The positive side of the fact that I wear a uniform to work is that it simplifies my mornings and frees my mind of minutia so that I can focus on more thinky thoughts. Didn’t Einstein have several identical outfits for this reason? This puts me in good company. For all that, Albert Einstein had a choice in his wardrobe. I don’t.

So what are the thinky thoughts I’m spending time on? Uniforms, and I’ve decided that given the choice I’d wear a uniform.

I’d choose to wear a uniform because when I put it on, I feel my individuality disappear, and I like that. I become one of many. No one has a clue as to the personality that lies beneath. My thoughts, likes, dislikes, interests, freak flag, safely hidden from the world. It is a costume of normalcy, a shield, an invisibility cloak that I hide behind.

I pose as a professional, pretending to care about everything when the reality is that I care about paying my bills and feeding my children . . .

I care about those things, and my secret relationship with Thor, Norse God of Thunder. He wears a cape.

[This post written in response to Daily Post Daily Prompt: The great pretender