Hats

Hats. Not a lot of people wear hats anymore. Not unless they have to--for the like the weather and stuff. That’s a bummer. Hats are cool.

Hats are different from regular clothes. Regular clothes are a requirement of society. Hats aren’t. It’s easy to be stuck in a loop of wearing the same seven shirts every week in the summer or the same seven sweaters in the winter simply because they’re your ‘favorite’ and you’ve buried all other suitable clothes in the depths of your closet. The only other thing buried that deep are the skeletons you’ve hidden in there over the years--but that’s a discussion for another time.

Back to hats. I think hats are neat. Since they aren’t a requirement to cover your body, less people wear them. However, that means that when people do wear them, there’s some sort of meaning behind it.

Maybe it’s a sun hat for your day at the beach and you’re the only one wearing one. So what? Maybe you have sensitive eyes or a vampire-like completion. Doesn’t matter. Your hat covers you.

Maybe it’s a baseball cap--of the least popular team. So what? People may jeer at you and your friends may be on opposing sides. Doesn’t matter. You know who you’re loyal to. It’s right about your forehead.

Maybe it’s a fez. Some people may stare because they’re not exactly common. So what? Show that Moraccan nationalism. You do you, boo. Wear that hat.

Maybe it’s a witch's hat. Maybe it’s not Halloween. Maybe you’re a little weird. So what? People can’t see that nefarious gleam in your eyes with the floppy trim. Plot some revenge. Strike a pose. Cast a spell. Live.

Hats are an extension of the soul. Weird thing to about some straps of fabric--I know. But it’s true. Every hat was bought with an exact purpose--with an exact sense of pride about them. That’s why hats range from such wondrous things as sun hats to witch’s hats.

Doesn’t matter. Just wear yours. Wear it so everyone can see. Declare yourself to the world.