It's gone wrong again

Today is one of those days where nothing feels, fits or sounds right. I have double sided tape on my shirt because it keeps gapping and I look like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance. This of course only happens when I'm at work, so there is no recourse except to shake it off and make it through the day, with constant checking and adjustments.

When you watch people, which is a huge, and actually sanctioned part of my job, there are so many sort of tics that people have regarding their apparel or hair. It's not usually as bad as a major league baseball pitcher, but they can seem kind of compulsive nevertheless.
If there wasn't this internal pressure regarding appearance, and if the origin of it was obvious, would we find something else to fixate on regarding how we measure our worth? Probably; and it would most likely be equally self destructive, because apparently that is a part of our nature that can weigh more than the logic and understanding that the behavior is unnecessary and usually causes irreparable damage, at least to clothing.