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Naked and Proud (but not excessively so).
This will probably cause trouble, but one of the weirdest aspect of the resulting actions of the SCAMdemic events has been: Forgetting you are not wearing any clothes.
Okay, I devolved.
I have been home a lot over the last few months and I devolved. First it was just not wearing full business wear. Then it was T-shirt and shorts. Then, god help me, I entered into the underwear stage. Hey, I'm alone n the apartment. Me, the TV, computer and a bowl of pocorn. WHo am I getting dressed for? The dog? Besides, I keep a nice, fluffy robe near the door, just in case.
But then, well, it started after a shower. I do shower daily -- It's part of the 3Ss. The last part, actually. Body all glistenedly clean. I'm sitting on a towel on the bed when I leaned back and fell asleep. When I awoke, I grabbed a snack and was 10 minutes into doing stuff when I looked down and felt like a game of "I'm forgetting something" began. I'm looking, I'm looking and suddenly: Oh crap!
But then I thought: Who am I dressing up for? The dog? I've seen her naked and -- well, I have no excessive shame or pride. I neither fear nor crave my body. So I looked down and said: Screw it.
I've put towels on the couch, a couple of the chairs and the bed (just in case) but seriously? Who cares?
I still have the fluffy robe near the door in case of visitors, but they are all locked away as well.
The yard has a privacy fence. I go out, glance at the big yellow thing in the sky a couple of times a day, but do so sans clothes.
There have been a couple of issues, I'll admit. I did startle the mail man when I opened the door to get the mail and forget the circumstances. AND I've learned NOT TO go out the front door to view the world. And trips! "When we go on trips, we MUST be clothed. That I learned in the parking lot of Walmart (that was close!).
But otherwise?
Who cares?
You know, when I was younger, we used to wonder how old people could forget to wear pants in public.
I am beginning to understand it all too well.
LOL!
Naked And Proud! (But not excessively.)
Okay, I devolved.
I have been home a lot over the last few months and I devolved. First it was just not wearing full business wear. Then it was T-shirt and shorts. Then, god help me, I entered into the underwear stage. Hey, I'm alone n the apartment. Me, the TV, computer and a bowl of pocorn. WHo am I getting dressed for? The dog? Besides, I keep a nice, fluffy robe near the door, just in case.
But then, well, it started after a shower. I do shower daily -- It's part of the 3Ss. The last part, actually. Body all glistenedly clean. I'm sitting on a towel on the bed when I leaned back and fell asleep. When I awoke, I grabbed a snack and was 10 minutes into doing stuff when I looked down and felt like a game of "I'm forgetting something" began. I'm looking, I'm looking and suddenly: Oh crap!
But then I thought: Who am I dressing up for? The dog? I've seen her naked and -- well, I have no excessive shame or pride. I neither fear nor crave my body. So I looked down and said: Screw it.
I've put towels on the couch, a couple of the chairs and the bed (just in case) but seriously? Who cares?
I still have the fluffy robe near the door in case of visitors, but they are all locked away as well.
The yard has a privacy fence. I go out, glance at the big yellow thing in the sky a couple of times a day, but do so sans clothes.
There have been a couple of issues, I'll admit. I did startle the mail man when I opened the door to get the mail and forget the circumstances. AND I've learned NOT TO go out the front door to view the world. And trips! "When we go on trips, we MUST be clothed. That I learned in the parking lot of Walmart (that was close!).
But otherwise?
Who cares?
You know, when I was younger, we used to wonder how old people could forget to wear pants in public.
I am beginning to understand it all too well.
LOL!
Naked And Proud! (But not excessively.)
