We didn't have uniforms, and, as a child, I was horrified at the very concept of wearing uniforms. That said, most people essentially did wear uniforms in elementary school-- almost everyone I went to school with wore jeans, t-shirts, and high tops every day.

In high school, different groups had set ways they dressed, and those didn't vary very much.

Most people I work with essentially wear a uniform, though there's no dress code at work. Women tend to wear soft cotton shirts and khaki pants; Men wear button-down shirts and khaki pants.

And then there's me.

I guess I could describe myself best as "not a joiner" or "pathologically contrary." Perhaps the latter is more accurate. I love clothing. I love unique and strange clothing. I always have.

I've actually made several attempts over time to blend in with my clothing. I can do it for awhile, but not very well. After a short period of time, I'm craving weird shoes, bright colors, leather coats, heavy embroidery, large jewelry, etc., etc. If I try to let myself indulge just a little (a plain but brightly colored shirt and khaki pants, say), it's still not enough to keep me from going stir-crazy.

This is generally true of my personality. For example, I try to persuade myself to buy sensible cars, and I just can't do it. Life without muscle cars doesn't feel worth living.

So, my general opinion is that most people could tolerate uniforms with no problems. In many ways, I think they're a good thing-- less distraction, less time worrying about clothing, and so on. That said, I wouldn't have been able to tolerate one as a child, and I couldn't do it now.