You know how sometimes you just start thinking about something, and even though you have no idea what made you start thinking about it, you get a little bit fixated on it? Well, today that happened to me. And the something I got fixated on was quirky habits when it comes to underwear. And yes, I realize that might require some explanation; I will provide it presently.
My underwear drawer in my dresser is chock full of articles. You’d think that I’d never run out of underwear with all those pairs just sitting there. But I run out all the time. The reason? I have specific pairs for specific purposes. Picking a pair of underwear is not a question of just blindly pulling them out of the drawer; the choice is dictated by a variety of factors, and requires thought and careful calculation.
For the work week, I can choose from what I consider to be my favorites, although the style depends on whether I’m wearing pants or a skirt or dress. I have an entirely different set for the weekend, my “casual” underwear. For the sake of being thorough, I’ll also mention here that I also have workday bras and weekend bras. In the case of both underwear and bras, I might wear a workday pair on a weekend, but doing the opposite is an absolute no-no. I can’t even imagine what sort of breach of standards that would be.
Above and beyond the day-of-the-week distinction, there are underwear rules that apply to more specific situations. When I have my period, for instance, I’ll wear my workday or weekend (depending on the day, obviously) selection during the day, but a different pair at night. This has nothing to do with leakage, I just believe that some pairs are better for that time of the month than others. During the other 24 or so days of my cycle, I wear a clean pair of my fiancÃ©’s boxer briefs to bed. They’re the most comfortable pajama bottoms ever. When I run, I give myself up to the liner in my shorts (this is a fairly recent development, but I can say in all honesty that I will never go back to wearing both underwear and lined running shorts together).
It didn’t occur to me until today that I might be the only one who has rules about her undergarments. I do have a friend who always matches her bra to the color of her shirt, though, so I suspect I’m not entirely alone in my quirkiness.
So it’s time to ‘fess up: are you with me on this one, or am I flattering myself in thinking that I might not be totally weird when it comes to what’s going on beneath my clothes?