Sometimes I like pants, others not so much. Sometimes the drafty wafting of loose fitting shorts is my preference.
Today I like pants because the pockets hold the winnings of the only time I’ve ever won at poker. But on the flip-side my pants also feel somewhat constrictive. I think the poker winnings make the pants net a positive opinion this afternoon.
My wife is gone to California, that sucks a lot. I’m kinda lonely. It was awesome to get out and hang out w/ Josh, Alec and Glynn last night, but I got to thinking about what loneliness is for me.
I’ve lived alone for a while, I didn’t wear pants very often then, and it didn’t suck (both living alone, and being pantsless). I didn’t enjoy being alone as much as I was alone, so I got out to anywhere I could, and subsequently ended up at Saddleback Church and the rest is history. But then I wasn’t feeling as lonely as I was this morning and last night when I was home alone. I think it is based around the expectation of having someone around.
If I expect my wife to be home, or to have a companion / roommate living in the house of some type if your not married, then when they aren’t there I sense that, and am more lonely than I would be if I lived alone. I think maybe this is an odd situation, but I noticed that this morning before I put on my pants. It is amazing how our expectations can change our opinions of feelings on a situation.
Well that is enough lunch-time rambling. I will see many of you tonight.
Minnesotans, it is completely beautiful outside, make sure you get out at least once today and enjoy the warm weather and the sun.