no more pants

i went to a movie by myself...but i wasn't alone.

if you ask me there is nothing better than going to a movie by yourself...as far as activities you do alone go.

you don't have to worry about finding an entire row of seats for your friends. you don't have to wait for someone to go potty at the end. you just sit right down, open your smuggled plastic bag of bulk gummies and enjoy the show.

i looked around the theatre to see who was joining me. couples. couples. couples. and then a couple women in their 40's and 50's who were also enjoying the show alone. i was in good company.


i like being in good company but i also like being alone. i need to be alone a lot because my brain has a lot happening. i like to talk to myself and sometimes i do 10th grade show choir routines in front of the mirror. i like to not wear pants. that's the biggest reason i like to be alone.

pants are really a hassle sometimes. and please--people who sleep in pants? you are insane. you are like people who watch the nurses take the blood from your arm. crazy pant wearing lunatics.  don't your legs get hot? don't you feel trapped?

i tried to wear pants to sleep a few times. never worked. my friend aj would come and wake me up on the weekends and i would have him wait at the door to see if my pants somehow stayed on during the night. it wouldn't have mattered, i guess ,because aj did accidently see me without pants on once before. he also saw me dancing and singing to the little house on the prairie theme song. the latter was more embarrassing.