I can always count on my mom to get me a great gift for Christmas. You know something special, something that makes me feel warm inside. This year I got a really nice red sox world series blanket, a gift certificate to any event at the verizon wireless arena and underpants. Yes, underpants. To this day I still don't understand why parents make you open a pack of tightie whities in front of all your relatives. They can't possibly think you actually need underwear. I think they just do it to see the look of embarassment on your face. Who knows.

Anyways, a few days ago I woke up and saw the pack of underwear laying there. I haven't worn tightie wighties in probably 4 or 5 years. I've forgotten what they're like, how they feel and why there is such a controversy, so that day I decided I'd be a little adventerous and try something new. I slipped them on. Snug I thought. Different. It lacked the freedom, but provided support. It was a change. Still debating wether or not I liked the change I continued on with my day. Needless to say I felt very confined, I felt sheltered. It's kind of funny how the underpants you were can change your mindset. When I wear boxers I feel confident and relaxed. When I was wearing my Hanes I felt trapped and a bit insecure, like the world was closing in around me, I guess I don't do well in tight spaces. Other problems arose as well. I found it difficult to reposition, it was more of a chore to scratch, and pretty annoying when I had to pee, I missed my boxers with the easy access front door. I'm told I should try the new 'boxer brief' fad that seems to be sweeping the nation, but for right now I think I'll stick with relaxed and free.


  posted by Darrell @ 3:40 PM