When you think about it, getting rid of a pair of pants is really insignificant. But isn't it? If they no longer fit, then it's not as hard. But what if they still do? Should the act really be that difficult?

I have been wearing this specific pair of jeans for a long time. Okay, long time for jeans for me means five years. I bought them five years ago. I bought two pairs of them at the same time because they were so comfortable. I can't remember but these may be the jeans that I bought after staying away from denim for almost three years. I did everything in them. I loved them. I still have both pairs.

But, alas, I think it may be time to get rid of both. One pair became threadbare at the knees and a hole appeared one day. That rendered them unwearable to work. I hung on to that pair because I reasoned with myself that I could still wear them when just futzing around town. I don't. I've never been the type of guy to wear ripped jeans. I never have and never will be. But there they are, hanging in my closet.

The second pair held up a bit longer but this past Christmas Day, as I walked around Chinatown for dinner, I noticed how they just were slightly "overused". They just hung wrong. They bunched differently at the ankle. They felt tired. I got home, took them off, began folding them, and realized that they had become threadbare in the crotch area. Actually, they are basically see-through in the crotch. Not something I really want.

So, it's time. Time to let them go. I hate this feeling. They're just jeans. Let them go. There are more out there. Many more. Ones that are not worn out. Ones that are not falling apart. Ones that are comfortable. Some that fit better. Some that make you look adorable. Some that make you feel sexy. They're just jeans. They're not that important. Or are they? Later.  ¶ 11:24 PM