Dammit, Pants.
I can’t seem to decide on what sounds more perfect: to go the rest of my life pantless or to have one perfect pair of pants that I could wear forever. Pants gets in the way of my punctuality, and I have a strong desire to be on time to things (excluding work and the dentist). I like the idea of having one perfect pair of pants I could wear every day or even multiple pairs of the same perfect pair of pants. I often find myself staring at my closet feeling curiously indecisive on what I want to wear for the day because I can’t pick out which pair of pants I want to wear, it can even leave me feeling a little anxious at times. I’ve been late to many things because of this indecisiveness. The only true solution is to forgo the wearing of pants altogether. Pants, you really cause me a lot of problems.
