Overdressed for a disaster party

Have you ever felt, at certain occasions, that you arrived overdressed for a disaster – a humiliation perhaps, a heart-break, or an epic fail? Then you’d end up feeling like you’re one big bungling joke in flashy clothing…

You come to a meeting, fully prepared, wearing a nice crisp suit and expensive dress shoes. You present all your brilliant ideas to your boss…then he shrugs them off. He then shows extra interest in the ideas presented by your nerdy co-worker who’s wearing a crumpled polo shirt.

You just spent two hours primping up for a party. You arrive at the venue wearing a skimpy black dress and chic makeup because you heard that the man of your dreams will be attending too. Then he comes in…it turns out he already has a girlfriend. The GF is wearing an old pair of jeans and a baggy shirt, yet she has his full attention. The man of your dreams is oblivious to your bling and sophistication.

You are way overdressed for a party of tragedies. You feel like a monkey in LVs and Jimmy Choos.

I guess that’s really one of the main reasons why I try to dress down everyday. I can never really tell when I’m gonna have a date with (the Comedian of) Destiny. He has a frakking bad sense of humor.