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Decision Fatigue is real. Obama wore the same blue suit. Steve Jobs wore the same turtleneck. Mark Zuckerberg wears the same grey t-shirt.
They claim it saves brainpower for "Important Decisions."
I am not a billionaire genius. I am a guy who spends 20 minutes staring at my closet wondering if I can pull off a floral shirt (Spoiler: I can't).
The Experiment: For 30 days, I will wear the exact same outfit.
The Uniform: Black T-shirt. Black Jeans. Black Boots.
The Rules: I can wash the clothes (I have 5 identical copies of the shirt). But
visually, I must look identical every single day.
> WEEK 1: THE FREEDOM
I woke up. I didn't think. I put on the black shirt. I put on the black jeans.
Time saved: 15 minutes.
Mental Energy saved: 10%.
It feels... efficient. I feel like a sleek, aerodynamic machine. I walked into the coffee shop and felt like the protagonist of a sci-fi novel where everyone wears jumpsuits.
> WEEK 2: THE PARANOIA
I ran into a coworker, Dave, in the elevator.
Me: "It's a uniform. I'm optimizing."
Dave: "Oh. Okay. Did you sleep at the office?"
Dave thinks I am homeless or depressed. The "Billionaire Genius" vibe isn't landing. I just look like a guy who lost his laundry darker.
> WEEK 3: THE SMELL HALLUCINATION
Even though I wash the shirts, I am convinced I smell. It's psychosomatic.
When you wear the same thing, you feel "stale." Novelty is a form of hygiene. Putting on a fresh, crisp, different shirt makes you feel clean. Putting on the same black shirt—even if clean—makes you feel like you are stuck in a time loop.
Status: I hate black. I want to wear yellow. I want to wear polka dots. I want to look like a clown.
> WEEK 4: THE INVISIBLE MAN
My friends have stopped noticing. I have become a background character in their lives. NPC Energy.
I went to a birthday party. No one commented on my outfit. I realized that people don't actually care what you wear. They care that you are wearing clothes, but the specifics? Purely for your own ego.
> FINAL_VERDICT
Did I become a genius? No.
Did I save time? Yes, about 7 hours total.
But I lost something: Joy. clothing is expressiveness. It's a mood ring. Wearing a uniform suppressed my mood. I felt flat, efficient, and boring. Use brainpower for decisions, yes—but maybe spend a little brainpower on feeling like a human.
CONCLUSION: I burned the black shirt. I bought a Hawaiian shirt. I am not Steve Jobs. I am a chaotic human who likes colors.