So a follow up on my previous post about what it should be more socially acceptable to wear. Society does not just hinder our fashion decisions. It also has the ability to stop us from embracing our exuberant and amazingly awkward potential selves. So here are some things I think it really ought to be more socially acceptable to do whether its just the occasional time or on a daily basis.
The word ‘frolic’ is obscenely underused. It is a word that puts me in mind of lambs in springtime and carnivals and paper lanterns and all things awesome. But when I imagine frolicking I think about skipping around in a meadow (or shopping center or indeed anywhere) without a care in the world. I imagine falling over without thinking about it and looking up at the clouds (assuming there are clouds you might not be in England, you might be in somewhere hot, or indeed underground, or just inside.) In any case don’t you think we’d all feel a little bit more free in ourselves if we were allowed to frolic every now and then? I know I do. I fully intend to frolic about Oxford this term and tough tortoise to anyone who gives me an odd look!
(Incidentally I only just found out that frolic is not spelled with a ‘k’ thank you spell check wizards!)
Next up is something very close to my heart. Why on earth is not more socially acceptable to sing/dance to music in shops? I don’t care if its 7 am at the 24 hour ASDA or 4 o’ clock on a Wednesday in Debenhams. If the shop is playing a song to which I know all the words you know full well I’m going to sing and dance my heart out in the middle of the biscuit aisle. There may or may not be a biscuit aisle in Debenhams I really ought to check. No more will I pay heed to the judgmental glances of other shoppers or (even worse) snooty, underpaid shop assistants. If there is a top quality ‘tune’ blasting out of those muzak speakers then I am going to embrace my inner X-Factor star (sob story and all) and sing like I am having my voice box removed in the morning.
Running through the rain. Its absolutely chucking it down outside my room right now and all I want to do is run through the rain (maybe even frolic in it). Instead the only socially acceptable thing to do is don a waterproof and carry an extremely unwieldy umbrella which will almost definitely turn inside out at the most inopportune moment. Getting wet in the rain should not have stigma. If it’s some big romantic thing to kiss in the pouring rain why can’t I run around crazily?
Going places on your own is something that maybe it isn’t that socially unacceptable but I’m still not entirely comfortable doing it. I don’t like buying food alone I don’t go to the cinema alone, I don’t even like to go to lectures on my own. Maybe I just need someone to laugh with when I do something stupid so that I don’t just feel like I’m being laughed at. Nonetheless I think that you can enjoy things more when alone sometimes. For instance you can eat as much and as messily as you want. You can watch the films you like without judgement. This feels like what I imagine a revelation feels like….I intend to learn to do more things alone.
Pulling faces at people in shop windows is horrifically underrated. You do have to be careful as to what face you pull or someone’s pleasant cup of coffee could be ruined by a strange-haired girl (in a cape) pulling a repulsive grimace at them from the street. But if it became socially acceptable t pull said faces then it would become socially acceptable to pull faces back! Me and a couple of friends once sat in the window of a London cafe and wore hand crafted (see: we ripped holes in paper) masks. It was so much fun.
Essentially acting like an immature and yet carefree person has become something not all of us feel comfortable doing. So maybe this week we should all don our ridiculous headgear and go out into the world and listen to the little voice in our heads that says “pull a funny face!” or “run through the sprinkler” because life is far too short to worry about your shoes getting wet.
What do you think we should be able to do without fear of judgement?
Until the next time!