Tied my shoes today for the first time since March 25.  Thinking back on it, I probably didn’t really have to tie my shoes today.  But it’s good to know I still can, I suppose.  It had been a while.  But yeah…still got it.

Some dude wrote an article expressing his complete bafflement at his roommate wearing jeans every day during quarantine.  It was weird.  “I’m not angry, just concerned.  Why are you wearing jeans when no one can see them?  Clearly it’s not to impress anyone, given that no one can see you below the waist.  It’s likely that pulling on your denim, even in times like these, provides you the ‘keep calm and carry on’ coping mechanism for weathering this situation as you try to cling to remaining threads of life as you  previously knew it.”
What kind of armchair psychological horseshit is this?  Okay, it seems his issue is not really with someone in quarantine wearing denim, but with anyone who would wear pants at all.  Because, his reasoning apparently goes, the only reason anyone wears pants is to…show off the pants to other people?  Doesn’t matter…where we diverge is at the fundamental reason people wear pants.  I can’t speak to this guy’s world view, but apparently to him, pants are a sort of penance one must endure if one expects to go out in public or in any way deal with other people.  But it is not that way with me.  The reason I wear pants every day has nothing to do with anyone else.  I need someplace to put my keys.  My wallet.  My phone.  Various weapons.  And you never know when you’re going to be in some fight to the death with…spiders, burglars, priests, whatever…regardless, the fight will go a lot better for you if you’re wearing pants.  And I spontaneously fry things, like bacon.  I’ve been to places like nude beaches and Burning Man, places where clothing is very much optional…ya know what I did?  Yep…one leg at a time.  If I was the last person on the planet tomorrow morning when I wake up, I’m pulling on some pants.
Maybe it’s just that for some of us introverts, nothing has really changed for us.  It sure as hell isn’t a coping mechanism.

N.P.: “Lightning Riders” – AWOLNATION