The Last Time I Wore Pants

Jeans. Levi's. Denim over-garments. Whatever you prefer to call your pants. That's what I'm talking about when I refer to pants. Not just a broad spectrum of long-legged clothing in general. This isn't a post about how I've been waddling around in my underwear or worse, in the nude for several weeks. No, this post is about the fact that I can't remember the last time I actually put on a pair of jeans. I think it's been about 19 days. Possibly 20-21. I'm not sure.

Why does this matter? Well if you're a normal productive member of society, you typically put on pants to go out and about. However, if you work full time, go to nursing school full time and fill precious moments in between with going to the gym and homework, pants/jeans become an irrelevant piece of your daily wardrobe. I'm in scrubs for school 3 days a week and work 3 days a week. On my day off, I'm usually at home studying. When I'm not at one of those places, I'm at the gym in baggy gym pants (not jeans because I'm not a tool and don't wear denim whilst participating in athletic activity). And if I'm not there, I'm at home in old green scrub pants or pajama bottoms studying. And on the slim chance I'm not home, I'm at a coffee shop in scrub pants studying. Scrub pants allow for maximum comfort when sitting. Breathable cotton makes sure I'm not too hot but certainly cold enough if a draft catches me just right. Baggy enough that it's not restricting my ability to contort my legs in a variety of positions to read boring textbooks from. But not too baggy that someone doesn't assume I stole the wrong size of scrubs while at my last unnecessary visit to the hospital. It's the perfect combination of comfort.

This may not be a big deal to most people. But jeans signify that at some point that I was out in public doing something else that wasn't homework related or possibly even enjoying social interactions with people whom I don't strongly dislike. In fact, now that I think about it, I was literally at Walmart the other day in scrub pants and a hoodie. My give-a-fuck-o-meter was running on the rather empty side that day. No denim to be found upon my person.

How long will this streak last? It's certainly not a streak that I'm going to be breaking today. Even now I'm sitting in old green scrub pants, sipping coffee and watching the X-Files. Shortly, I'll change into gym pants and return to change back into my green scrub pants and study. I have no intention nor desire to put on jeans and go out and about. What business do I have doing something so absurd? Should I go to the mall and endure the annoyance of modern youths and the general public? Fuck that. I could go to a nice outdoorsy store but I have no money to spend on things I don't really need so no use in torturing myself there. I have plenty of groceries to last me at least another week. There is literally nothing I need that would require me to put on regular social pants and go out beyond the premise of my home.


I've had a good relationship with denim jeans most of my life. But I think our relationship is starting to fade. People change. My needs have changed. I just don't see the need for jeans. Maybe in a few weeks I'll catch up with my old denim friends. We'll go out, maybe see some friends, make some jokes, see the streets.

Or maybe I'll blow them off and stick to my trusty comfy scrub pants and not move for a while.

Why Keep This Going?

There are very few positives of writing in a blog for 12 years. Aside from having a large back catalogue of my truly dreadful attempts at writing, I'm really writing for no one. No one writes in blogs anymore. Only a handful seem to do so anymore. Even I fade in my posts with each passing year. So why am I writing? Who is honestly reading? In some regards, this is an open journal that I occasionally write in about generally useless things. Nothing of importance about my life. I suppose a more private journal I write in daily has taken over the function of this blog. Though this blog tends to be written with a bit more intentional comedy.

At this point, this blog is written in when I'm bored or I feel compelled to write in here so it's not so bare. I'm on the cusp of having 500 posts. I suppose that's a lot more than I ever thought this page would get. I'll keep this open for whenever I feel like writing general musings.

This page just ain't what it used to be.