Hello, Benjamin from Brother’s Campfire here!
I went to work with my Patagonia hat on and quite a few did not recognized me insomuch I was even challenged at a tower and asked for ID. Someone even asked, “what’s with the get up?”
Now, a challenge from a prison tower is policy, but I am usually a familiar face. Throughout the day, I was joked about as being a farmer.
While Patagonia is not the attire of a farmer, my patterned shirt may have given this ambiance.
Interestingly, it is what I portray myself as online to include Linkedin, all while wearing the same hat.
Urban agriculture is kinda a chunk of my identity. I have known some of these folks at work for over a decade and their sight picture of me is entirely different. I must live a double life.
Self-assessment can be tough. I certainly struggle with letting others define me, and while few see a full spectrum of character and personality, the perception of others has merit.
For brevity, I will shotgun some observations of other’s perceptions as exemplified by their words:
Gentle, Savage, Patient, Hot Tempered, Intense, Calm, Eater of Insects, Man of Culture, Church Boy, Full of the Devil, Farmer, Street Hoodlum, Holistic, Polluter, Creep, Protector, Unromantic, Poetic and Thoughtful, Uneducated, Well Read, Psycopath, Kind, Impulsive, Calculating, Unassuming, Big Presence in the Room, Big Ben, Little Benny….
I have concluded that if I follow all of these perceptions, I am clearly a worthy of a song by Meredith Brooks.
Well, let God be true and everybody else can be a liar. At the end of the day, I want to live for God. Opinions and perceptions, well, we know what they are like.