life in a bathrobe

every since i downsized to my little apartment i have been a frequent visitor to the local laundromat...which totally sucks, by the way and my next move will have w/d hookups...anyway, i just left there saw this same guy who i have come to realize is a person who just drives to and hangs out at the laundromat every single day...kinda like the barbershop...some times he's talking to people who must know him [by the sounds of their conversations], or reading the paper or some times just taking a nap in the chair...some days his shirt isn't all the way buttoned and some days his pants aren't exactly right either...he has a cane and you can tell it's hard for him to walk around...but, he still manages getting in their and sitting. I am guessing this is his reason for getting out of bed and this gives him something to do instead of looking at the same four walls everyday...wait a tick, he does look at the same four walls everyday at the laundromat...hell, i don't know it must be better then be stuck at home.

until today, i had been stuck at home since wednesday...due to unfortunate circumstances, my car died and even though i managed to make it home via a taxi ride, a bus ride, and two friends i was still car less...thursday i walked 2.5 miles round trip to the local walmart for food...friday it was raining and i didn't leave...i got up saturday morning, made coffee, ate an egg sandwich, read the paper and got dressed...i even put on sneakers...guess what, i didn't even have one visitor [mind you, people did know i was stranded] until 9pm that night...i got dressed for nothing that day...i started thinking, i can understand how people who are alone and without transportation could end up looking dirty, disheveled, and like they live in their pajamas...because if you know that you aren't going to have visitors day after day and you are stranded in the same four walls what exactly is the motivation to bathe, brush your hair and actually get dressed...sure, personal satisfaction or something like that but, after about a week or two of getting dressed and ready for the day only to realize that no one is coming over, you are going no where, and you are going to be doing this again tomorrow...i am guessing life in a bathrobe seems to make sense. luckily for me my dad came through with some wheels and another friend is working on my car right now...so i won't be stuck living life in my bathrobe.