Oh, I don't look homeless, but I don't look well off either. I shave every 4 days and yes, my jeans are frayed on the bottoms of the legs where I walk on them.
I't's summertime now and I'll be in jorts (jean shorts) and a t shirt (plain white undershirt, no art) and flip flops. Very cool and very comfy. Total stealth.
If there is one thing that everyone who knows me can agree on, it's that I truly don't care what anyone thinks of me, of the way I dress, of what I own (or don't own), of my extremely varied & unique group of folks that I call friends, of where I go, or of what I do. It's a trait inherited from my grandfather and my father, that I've excelled at!
Of course, from them I also inherited the character traits of absolute honesty, integrity, friendliness, politeness, respect, and, in general, having manners. Anyone who knows me, knows that if I give someone my word, I will do everything within my power to keep that word. If I say or do something, I won't deny it or lie about it. That's how I was raised. And although that's how I choose to live my life, I don't do it to impress anyone or so they'll have a high opinion of me. I choose to live this way for me, and in honor of those who have passed before me.
I own two vehicles, both purchased 'gently used'. My car is an 2011, and my truck is a 2006. Both run perfectly and are in great shape, although the truck is starting to get a little bit of rust. I never cared what others thought of my vehicles, and still don't. They're not status symbols, they're transportation
I was required to where a work uniform for 32 years, and normally wore a suit and tie for most of my former social/charitable activities. Since I ER'ed a bit over ten years ago, I wear Carharrt or Wrangler denim carpenter's shorts and t-shirts all year around, with a sweatshirt when needed. I have not, and will not, wear a suit and tie! And I seldom wear long pants of any kind, although I will don a pair of Dockers (the only pair of dressy drawers that I own) for a funeral.....maybe.
Other people's opinions of me, don't matter to me at all. I live my life for me. I prefer very little outside social interaction with people. I prefer to the peace and solitude of the ol' homestead. In fact, for many years I looked forward to hitting the local coffee shop two or three times a day for bull sesssions with the gang. But over the past couple of years, several of the gang have passed on, and my interest in going faded away. But, that's life, and it's fine by me!