Thursday, March 19, 2009

Pantaloons of Ignominy

I've never been much of a morning person. No, I don't mean one of those wake up and hate life until I get my stereotypical cup o' joe and read the morning 3M™ Post-it® collection piled up on my desk (er, umm, you know, the one I used to go to most days), because that isn't quite it. I just don't like mornings. Oh sure, if I have something to do or somewhere to go I'll bear them without much complaint, but, given the choice, I will avoid them if at all possible. The only exception is while camping, because for whatever reason I'm nearly always the first to rise, very rarely after 6am in most cases. I must enjoy the cool fog, but only if I'm actually in it rather than viewing it from within the usual windowed existence. Anyhow. Since most of my days involve me going nowhere until after 4pm, and even then usually as an option as opposed to some contracted appointment, I've found that sleeping in far too late has become quite attractive, and a regular occurence of general habit. After spending many months with most of my mornings having little or nothing to do outside of checking for job posting sometime before noon, the majority of my AM hours have been spent sleeping. This, combined with the unwritten Law of Man that if one has nowhere to arrive before 10am he will not be wearing pants that day, has lead to a bit skewed of an existence. Try it out, you'll see. I know this to be fact because I spent many a month not wearing anything but typical flannelesque pajamapants throughtout the entire day unless I actually had somewhere to go. It eventually reached the point where I honestly felt embarrassed to go check the mail around 1pm because, day after day, without fail, I never bothered actually getting dressed.

I brought this all to an end a couple of weeks ago. I finally bored myself of this awful habit of sleeping in until beyond 11am and sometimes not bothering to rise until 2:00 in the god damn afternoon like the lazy fuck that I was (and still likely am in some regards I'm sure). The biggest difference I noticed, other than not feeling a surge of depression upon rising well after the sun and shadows had gotten bored of their day, was that I started automatically getting dressed every day, even those upon which I have little or nothing to accomplish outside my domicile. My daily mood greatly improved rather quickly, and I found that I actually attempted to accomplish the important things in life, such as listening to a lot of music, writing songs, and reading books. Of course one might think that this Up And At Them demeanour might translate into me finally finding a job, but no, because after what amounts to nearly 8 months of searching, along with 122 resumes delivered to and subsequently ignored by future potential employees, actual openings are becoming even more scarce as the day goes by. But hey, even with that, I do feel much better these days. Probably because even though I'm still home every day, I no longer take the mailbox walk of shame in 9 year old chonies.

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