There’s something about walking around your own apartment with no pants on, which is much more free and liberating than when you live with someone. Living with my ex, there was never a time where I would come home, take off my pants and shoes, and flop down on the couch to watch TV. I suppose I could have, I just didn’t.
Living on my own, I may as well have a laundry basket next to the shoe rack. It signifies that my day is complete, and it’s home time. Relaxation. Something in my brain just switches off – “No pants? Oh well then we are clearly not doing anything tonight, time to stop working” – and any stress I had built up from the day just disappears! It’s really hard to worry about life problems when you’re not wearing pants. Go ahead, try it.
There are some days where the no pants thing gets in the way – the other day I was very hungover and wanted to order pizza, but answering the door meant putting pants on. Also, a couple months ago my neighbor upstairs somehow managed to fall off the balcony, and I needed to put on pants to go outside and call the ambulance. Luckily, I usually have a pair of pants laying around near the door so it didn’t take too much effort to slide those puppies back on. #itsgreattobesingle