I guess I’m a slob, then 😉

I am also a hermit. I don’t like to leave my cave very often- Irene will attest to this. As I’ve aged, I’ve become less and less inclined to go to places that require me (in my own head at least) to be different. To wear “going out clothes”, for example. Or more generally, to change my routine.

I don’t feel bad about this change, but I sometimes wonder why I am this way. Why don’t I care whether people I don’t know and never will know think about my mode of dress? Doesn’t our social system indicate that I *should* care? Why do I prefer puttering around the house to going out somewhere different/new? I’ve admitted to myself that I’m am truly a loner/anti-social by nature, but sometimes it feels like its more a creature inside of me than an intellectual choice.

Back to the clothing thing for a moment- I think I will eventually gather up all my old/unwearable clothing and more or less empty my closet. When I do that, I’ll probably strategically buy a collection of slightly more “dressy” casual stuff, displacing or at least supplementing my sweat pant collection. I’m hesitating a bit to find out what my new “set point” is in terms of weight and comfort.