I got motivated to put my pics in the picture gallery section. I know this program doesn't allow more than four pictures in a post so I figured I'd make some collages with themes, when practical. As I'm going through the pictures, the themes are making me dig deeper than I normally would. As I did this I started recalling the time, when the picture was taken. I found myself getting immersed, recalling all these good times I've had when dressed. It's like: "Earth to Jim: If you're feeling down, get dressed and go out!" DUH!
I didn't go out dressed this weekend. I did go out, but not dressed. Friday I was practically begged to get dressed and go out but I decided my body needed a break so I declined. Saturday I was with my daughter - nuff said! (There's more, but that's a member's only thing.)
So it's been almost two weeks since I've been dressed. And I'm telling myself I'm fine. And I'm believing this BS! And I say to myself, "Self!" er, wait, that's another story. So I say to myself, "Hey! This was a breeze! How 'bout we let all the body hair grow out?" self contemplates this... "Cool, then you'd be just like a regular guy!"
Suddenly self hits the breaks! "Like a regular guy"? EEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWW!
Funny thing is this isn't BS! This is how I think! I think like, 'Eeeeewwwwww, I'd hate to be one of those pigs!" I know, there's plenty of nice guys but there's even more creeps. All they want is to get laid so why would I want to be one of the "regular guys"?
I warned you! I said it's gonna sound weird!