I could care less about St. Patrick's Day.
I don't dislike it, but I don't feel the need to connect to an Irish heritage I don't have. I recall hearing once or twice about the real St. Patrick, which if I recall is an impressive story, but I am not going to fake it with a quick Wikipedia check, because St. Patrick is simply not someone I celebrate.
I feel like many people use the holiday as an excuse to drink green beer, which I don't think has anything to do with the real St. Patrick either.
Yet, every year I find myself in an identity crisis in which St. Patrick's Day comes and I feel like I have no choice but to wear green.
To me the choice is either:
1. Seem like a buzz kill not interested in harmless fun
2. Or seem like someone who cares
To most it seems, the choice would be easy. In the end, I settle on wearing green because I decide I don't want to seem like a party-pooper wearing a red shirt that turns a crowd of people into a Christmas scene.
Maybe it's having kids, but this year it doesn't really both me the idea of wearing green, although I still somehow worry people will think that I actually care enough to consciously choose my outfit around the day...but the truth is, I am, be it ever so reluctantly.
But don't worry, if you're free of green I will keep my pinching fingers to myself. You don't need to feel shame at all if you're wearing blue, black, khaki, orange or any color in between.
*Picture from OffBeatBride
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