Sunday, April 3, 2011

behind the wallet

{What's in You Wallet?}




If pictures say a thousand words, wallets can put those words into sentences. I have three different wallets depending really on my mood for the day. The one I use most often is a “boy’s” wallet, meaning it goes into my back pocket and has a chain to hook it to my pants. The second one looks almost like a metal cigarette holder and has the Mad Hatter on it, while the third one is a cute Kuromi wallet. Depending on which someone found, it probably tells them that I am a) always in a rush and need things for convenience, b) into the current trends, or c) into cute Japanese things. Regardless of the outside, the inside of my wallet pretty much looks the same. There are the basics: my driver’s license, military identification, school identification, credit card, bank card, and money (All money is facing and in the correct order). On top of that though, there is also concert tickets, movie tickets, a Gameworks card, punch cards for a bubble tea shop and Bargreens, a card that is in memory of my Grandma Cutonilli, business cards for the tattoo shop I frequent, and another business card that has the website and information for one of my Tai Chi instructors.

To an outsider, the content of my wallet together probably paints the picture of a very organised military brat who is into Asian things and concerts. The punch cards would give the image of girl in love with tea and coffee and the business cards for Deep Roots (the tattoo shop) would probably bring to mind someone looking like Kat Von D. Based on these things, they might assume I’m stuck up and a “rebel”. They would probably also assume that family is valuable to me because of the card for my Grandma.

Going on only my wallet though, they would miss some key things about me. For example, they wouldn’t know that I’m a human rights activist or that I support Amnesty International and Invisible Children. They would know nothing of my aspirations and desires to do volunteer work in China and be part of Peace Corps. My patience and understanding would go unspoken as would my love of animals (especially snakes, wolves, and big cats.) and reading.  My wallet would give them plenty of information about me, but at the same time they really wouldn't know me at all.