Chapter 296

• Every time I entered a different house that wasn't mine, I met many classmates who didn't have the same education as me, but they had a big heart. That's how I made other friendships and learned valuable things from them. Perhaps above all, love for our peers was something that many people couldn't understand. But a person who is completely sure of themselves and in their right mind would understand that one has to learn to love people as they are, regardless of their social status or physical condition. It was something one had to learn to do, not to be swayed by appearances. I learned this from a person who didn't care about anything. This person was characterized by the fact that the most important thing was that he didn't care about what people said. I liked that kind of attitude, I wanted to adopt it, but it was more difficult for me. I think it was a kind of talent or something because he didn't care about the song, he dressed as he wanted, he styled his hair as he wanted, and he was the boss of his own body. He didn't care what others thought. I was fortunate to meet him and made a great friendship with him. However, I once asked him about the reason for his self-confidence, because that was one of the things that caught my attention the most. I had never met a person like him in my life. Generally, I always met people who were vain, who cared about fashion, who dressed the best, and even if they had to remodel their wardrobe, they did it regardless of the cost. It was rude to their parents because maybe some of them didn't have the necessary conditions to be buying clothes over and over again, demanding things from their parents and making them feel bad. But I wasn't one of those types. From the other person, I learned that valuable lesson, and to this day, I don't care about how I'm dressed or how my appearance is reflected through a mirror. I think that doesn't make me any less of a person, on the contrary, I believe I'm still the same important guy as always. However, I met other people who judged me for that. They asked me why I dressed like that or why I had this hairstyle, and as a polite guy, I never wanted to answer them because why tell them something they wouldn't understand? Their minds were so small that they wouldn't comprehend what I was talking about. I just ignored them, it was the only thing I did at that moment because it was the only solution I had for such ignorant people. So, the first year of my life passed, and this time I was already 17 years old. I think things should start changing little by little, and my mindset had many goals set, but it wasn't the right time because I needed more resources to achieve them. For that, I had to work, and I had never worked before. So, the first challenge of my life would be to get a job, something I was always afraid of, taking the initiative. That's when the first job opportunity arose for me. The world seemed to close in on me completely, I thought I would do everything wrong, and I even thought I would do it inefficiently, and that the next day I would be fired. So, I got up very early, went to the closet, took the first thing I saw, but when I was about to leave, my mother looked at me and said.
• "Where are you going with those messy clothes, son? Don't tell me you're going to a job interview dressed like that. She looked me up and down, and honestly, I felt quite strange in the way she was looking at me.
• "That's right, mom. I have a job interview that I scheduled in the morning. They called me after I sent the application by mail. But tell me, what's wrong with my clothes? I looked at myself and there was absolutely nothing wrong. I was just wearing blue pants, a white shirt, black tennis shoes, and of course, my backpack slung over my shoulder. I don't think there's anything wrong with dressing like this.