"We've got a nerd man walking!"

I went for a walk tonight. I wanted to continue to break in some new shoes and it was too hot not to wear short pants. The solution was to wear my black socks, which is the only color I own and don my shoes. I looked like a dork, missing the clashingly loud Bermuda shorts and the terry cloth crush hat. My wife even called me a nerd.

When do we stop caring about how people view us? At some point age sets in and we realize that some things may be more important than what people think about an aspect of our thinking, acting, or attire. It doesn't happen all at once, but as we move towards older age, that carelessness creeps into more and more of our actions.

So I didn't care that I looked like a nerd. What I cared about is body temperature cool, not jet set society cool. I can proudly say I pulled it off. The walk was enjoyable. I was cool. And can I forgive my wife for calling me a nerd? Of course I can, she's younger than me. She will understand when she is older.