The very first thing I do after work is run to my bedroom, strip off my business casual attire, and jump straight into my old sweat pants. To a certain degree I am shedding my day and leaving it in the past. But the best part is that I'm plunging headlong into the known. My old sweat pants never tell me I'm wrong and never judge or criticize. As many times as I'm being lazy when I wear them, I have the paint stains to prove that I accomplish things when I'm in them. I always resent it on the nights when I have plans and can't go straight to sweatpants.
This got me to thinking about familiarity and avoidance. Even though they seem to be very different on the emotional meter, they often go hand-in-hand. We embrace the familiar in order to avoid negatives in our lives. But at some point, when we live too often with the familiar, our image deteriorates, getting old and stained and sweaty. What we originally convinced ourselves was shedding the past may really be fear of the unknown. There is a fulcrom in there somewhere - the balance tips and the recluse in us gains control.
Recluse scares me a little. But I'm not giving up my sweatpants.
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... there's at least a book in here.
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