Questioning Caring

I'm such a hypocrite. I tune in to television, log in to Facebook, Tweet in to Twitter, and maintain my pretentious Instagram. I monitor all these social media sites and frenzies while I keep this facade of "I do not care". My updates say I have thrown convention to the wind but the fact that I even make it a point to keep in touch with this side of myself tells a different story. I say that material possessions do not matter, where you are from does not matter, and where you are does not matter as long as you are a good person. I say this while I sit in my labelled, patterned shirt, school logo sleep pants, and Victoria's Secret bra and underwear combo. This makes me view myself as a hypocrite. Why do these things matter?

Wait, I realized something. I do not wear these things because of said label. I wear them because they are...cute? And quite comfortable. Ah, and there it is...my saving grace. At least, that is what I will tell myself.