HUMOR
I’m Not Wearing Pants With Buttons Anymore
I have crossed the Rubicon, and it’s comfy.
I think the greatest liberation in life is when you finally realize that nobody’s looking at you, nobody cares what you’re wearing, and you don’t have to go through life in pain and discomfort because of some arbitrary and ever-changing fashion standards set by people with impossible bodies.
*deep breath*
I remember the first time I saw somebody wearing pajamas (complete with slippers) in public.
I was shocked. I was horrified. I was aghast.
But it was in an Aldi’s, so my standards were already set pretty low.
Since then, of course, I’ve seen people wearing pajamas in public approximately one billion times.
Pajamas have become the velour tracksuit of the masses.
I was raised with a Sunday-go-to-meeting mindset. You dressed up for certain things, but especially church and work. And at the very least, you wore what used to be called “street clothes” when you left the house.
Not pajama bottoms with teddy bears on them.
This just shows you how arbitrary the rules are that govern…
