Never be afraid to wear your lucky drawers

"Nah, not today. It's a freaking... Tuesday."

... (Troy said to himself many a completely perfect morning)

I was standing over my dresser, specifically my underwear drawer, trying to figure out which ones I'd put on my ass for the day. Fresh out the shower, I was feeling clean and ready for the day. As it turns out, however, I was naked and afraid.

Alas.

You see, when I'm getting dressed for the day, most times I just blindly grab a pair of underwear and put 'em on. That's it. One leg at a time, one day at a time, (you know the drill).

I don't mind this whole process, because for the most part I feel pretty much the same about every pair of drawers I own; save for one pair, of course: my favorite.

I have a favorite pair of drawers. IDK why they're the favorite, they just ...are 🤷🏽‍♂️

Nothing special about them, but I definitely like them more than the rest. And every so often, like any other pair on any other day, they'll get blindly grabbed out of the drawer by me as I'm getting ready for the day (see above). Simple enough.

But this is the thing though...

Sometimes, when I look down into my hand and see that special pair, I smile because that's all the evidence I need to know that today (whatever day it happens to be) will be a good day.

But then there are other times that I, like a coward, put them back for little to no reason at all - naked and afraid.

"Nah, not right now."

"I mean, it's a freaking Monday bro. Save 'em for date night or something."

"Eh, what's so special about today? ... I'll wait 'til tomorrow."

And just like that I'll grab a different pair. Alas.

You might think I'm being dramatic (or you may not even have a favorite pair of undies), but I'm sure you've done something like this before... Try to wait for the PERFECT time to do a thing ... and you end up waiting for that magic moment so long that you do nothing at all? They call that paralysis by analysis.

See, humans have this beautiful and innate tendency to place meaning and importance on inanimate objects, random encounters, and other everyday coincidences. It gives us purpose, much needed purpose, in this crazy ass world. They call that apophenia.

Unfortunately, this beautiful streak of... self-righteousness sometimes makes us feel like we can align the stars all by ourselves. We try and play the role of God a little bit, don't we? Somehow, we think that we know what our lucky day should be better than our underwear would. We think we can push off 'til tomorrow what should be done today (and put the drawers back again and again).

Naked and afraid.

*covers crotch* 😦

What I'm saying is, sometimes we try and outsmart our damn selves and end up looking pretty silly in the end. And that ain't no life to live. Hint: This isn't just about underwear anymore.
 

For lack of a wetter bird, leave tomorrow where it's at.

Focus on today; and the next time you wake up and grab 'em, wear 'em! Because any day is a good day to wear your lucky drawers.

P.S. - if you ain't never woke up and blindly grabbed your lucky pair our of your dresser, that's simply because you don't have a lucky pair. And that's between you and whatever underwear god you serve.

Oh, and if you must know... I have on my fav pair right TF now. They're green.

-Troy

P.S.S. - We're having a Black History Month Taco Tuesday Happy Hour Fundraiser in Atlanta on 2/22/22. Hopefully I'll see you there. If not, you can support us by donating to our partners at the S.M.A.R.T. Foundation and their mission to re acclimate recently released inmates into society through a variety of trade courses.