PJ's and Eggs

I never thought I'd be one of those people. You know the kind. They walk around public places looking very unkempt. Their hair is all over their place. Usually they are in sweat pants, or at least something with elastic holding up their pants. Usually the footwear of choice are flip flops, although sandals and groudy looking sneakers also top that list.
So I have a confession to make.
Today, I went to the grocery store in plaid flannel pajama pants and flip flops. The simple truth of the matter is that I got back to my apartment around 7 and realized that I hadn't eaten, and that I did NOT want the chicken and squash leftovers from the night before. I wanted eggs with cheese and ham, and I wanted it NOW! I had made the mistake of pre-maturely exchanging my pants with my pj's and was in the process of changing my shirt when the thought occurred to me that I had no eggs!
Just considering re-donning my pants was enough to make me weak in the knees, so I made the executive decision that I could, like many college students, trudge to the store in whatever I pulled out of my closet. So I did.
Nobody stopped me. I don't think anyone stared. And I was in and out in a flash with nobody the wiser. And that's when I realized how dangerous this habit could become. I mean, if nobody cares what pants I wear, then why should I? Imagine the slippery slope to comfort I could have fallen down? What if this habit followed me to my job? You can't expect to teach students in pajamas can you? I mean, surely if one could, one would. I guess that is why some people have professionalism and others don't. It's about respecting yourself enough to say, I'm better than those old plaid flannel pants. I WILL make the effort, and I will earn other people's respect through my appearance.
WOW. I hope my mom never reads this blog. She'll cry with joy. And my sister will jump up and down and suggest a shopping spree.
Maybe I take back what I said. I really do love these plaid pants! And I'm not a real adult yet. Right?