For many of us, we bear, as I have said before, an inborn seeming desire to elevate ourselves in some way, through the use of the complex language of Attire. We want to be thought more beautiful, more powerful, more wealthy, more intelligent, more talented, more sexual. And so we use the nearly infinite number of words the language offers, to enhance what we have, or mask what we wish others not to note.
And there is of course a darker aspect to this phenomenon. For some, this dream is a constant, inescapable nightmare. The only way that some can even in part deal with their inner turmoil, is to manifest it on their bodies; wrapped in layer upon layer of randomness. To my eye at least, it looks as though those piled on layers were a visible expression of whatever is at the root of their pain. And for those who wish to help these people out of their difficulty, some understanding of the Attire language could actually help, in finding a path to what disturbs them most, so it can be relieved.
Whichever path, bright, dark, murky or clear that these few with a vision use, it amounts to a calling that cannot be ignored for some of us. In the process of expressing themselves they become the most profound users of the Attire language. They give us not just a phrase, or a paragraph, they give us a vision of their entire lives, rendered in cloth.