As a kid, I always thought my dad dressed horrible because adults lose their sense of style/fashion. Now that I'm 32 with a family, and dress like he dressed, I realize he just didn't give a damn what anybody thought about him

It's feels so good to be at a point in life where I just don't care about what people think about me. Whether it's what I drive, what I wear, or how I look. I do what makes me happy, and not what will please somebody else. It's such a stress relief and I love it. I just wish it hadn't taken 32 years for me to come to this realization.