My Active Imagination

I tweeted a couple of weeks ago that I almost went to McDonald’s in my pjs. Someone tweeted back: drive thru.

Trust me when I saw that drive thru is my favorite way to get food. As a confirmed hermit it cuts down on the number of people I have to talk to. (Grin). I tweeted back a 🙂 because I couldn’t condense my issue enough for a Tweet. I wasn’t sure I even knew what my issue is. So I’ve been mulling it.

When I was young and almost everything embarrassed me, it was trauma time to be outside the house without makeup and clothes that matched. I remember a particularly hectic morning resulted in me going to work with NO makeup on. I wanted to die. I laugh now, because I probably looked the best I was ever going to look without makeup. Now that I’m older and beat up, I have no problem going out without makeup. I still get dressed though.

Delving deeper into my scary psyche, I realized my pj prohibition is more about what might happen than it is clothing issue.

In fact, it is the curse of a vivid and active imagination. It is great for writing novels, but not so much for my real life. Where does my imagination fit into the puzzle? Well consider this. It is one thing to drive to and from McD’s in my pjs, never exposing my pj’d self—at least the bulk of my pj’d self—to the wider world. But what if something goes wrong?

What if I was in an accident in my pjs?

What if I got a flat tire and had to change it in my pjs.

What if I got picked up in my pjs? (Not that I speed or anything.)

What if one of those things happened AND it started raining…

Okay, I have to stop now. [Insert shudder here]

All of these things would result in me standing by the side of the road in my pjs! At least a couple of the scenarios would result in me being stared at by a stern police officer while wearing my pjs. And if the pjs are sodden to the point of transparent and clingy…

If I were young and, um, still, er, pert, maybe this wouldn’t bother me so much, but certain areas of my body have been heading South for quite a few years now. And don’t tell me to containment precautions. If I do that, I might as well get dressed.

Sadly, it’s not just pjs that give me imaginary trouble. I also can’t walk down to check the mail without locking the front door. My brain really goes wild with an unlocked door. And motel showers. And after seeing that episode of Law & Order  where the creepy guy put cameras in the toilets in the ladies room…

(I asked the hubs if he had a photo depicting an over active imagination and he offered the above. LOL)

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Why I Don’t Go to McD’s in my PJ’s or the Curse of an Over Active Imagination

16 thoughts on “Why I Don’t Go to McD’s in my PJ’s or the Curse of an Over Active Imagination

  • November 7, 2013 at 4:13 pm

    HAHAHA I oh so relate to this– even before you mentioned restraining the ta-tas I was nodding my head and thinking “yes… this is how I feel when I try to run somewhere without a bra on and then I worry I’ll get in a wreck!” So true.
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    • November 7, 2013 at 5:02 pm

      LOLOL! It’s true, isn’t it? There are just parts that need to be firmly restrained. And when you’re my age, yeah, lots of surface area needs containment. LOLOL

  • November 5, 2013 at 7:38 pm

    LOL. Awesome post. I was shuddering with you. I think that way when I run out without fully getting ready. I’d rather just get ready than get caught in the rain in my pjs.
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  • November 5, 2013 at 6:11 pm

    I have a weird quirk about needing to have fresh deoderant on before leaving the house…but I can’t put it on unless I’ve just freshly showered. I can only muster up the courage to go out in the mornings to drop my son off at school because I hate having to bring him to the office to get a tardy slip.
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    • November 6, 2013 at 4:21 pm

      You are allowed to have weird quirks. I am, too! That’s my story and I’m sticking to it! 🙂

  • November 5, 2013 at 12:03 pm

    Another great post! I don’t leave the house in pjs either. Yoga pants, maybe. I did run out of gas after a hot yoga class and dripping in sweat one night. I almost succeeded in pushing my car into a parking lot without assistance thereby avoiding human contact but the incline was a little too high. Two good samaritans stopped to help and I was mortified. Mortified that I was a stinking sloppy mess … and that when they asked what was wrong, I told them I ran out of gas before I could stop myself.
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    • November 5, 2013 at 12:06 pm

      Thanks for the kind words! I will admit that fear of being mortified is also part of my problem — and that fear feeds my imagination to a terrible level. LOL I bet you were cute, though, even as a sloppy mess. 🙂

  • November 5, 2013 at 10:48 am

    Love this!! I tend to be just as paranoid as you and don’t like going out in my PJs (usually sweatpants/capris and a t-shirt and no bra) unless I absolutely have to. I will put on a bra though. I’m still young (33) but because I uhh, have a decent sized chest they’ve already gone a bit South (*sigh*) plus I just don’t feel comfortable going without when in public.

    I’m also paranoid when going out to check my mail. It’s a 2 minute walk (if that) each way to community mailbox but I always worry there’s going to be that one time. No thanks.

    Glad to read I’m not the only one who gets paranoid!
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    • November 5, 2013 at 11:10 am

      I’m glad I’m not the only one! Yeah, that two minutes is a wide open door to who knows what!!! LOL

      The gravity problem is very hard on our various parts, isn’t it? Sometimes I just want to yell, stop it! LOL

      Thanks for stopping by!

  • November 5, 2013 at 9:16 am

    Hi, I found you through the NaBloPoMo grid and I’m glad I did. It’s funny you mentioned “locked doors” as that is a huge one for me and something I addressed today on my own blog! Happy NaBloPoMo and good luck this month.

    • November 5, 2013 at 10:50 am

      I am going to go look! I’m a fanatic about locked doors! My family all think I’m totally paranoid! LOL! Good luck to you, too!

  • November 5, 2013 at 9:59 am

    At our elementary school the kids can wear their pjs to school on half days if they donate $1 to the PTO. I think adults who go out in their pjs should also be charged $1. It would go a long way towards fixing the nation’s deficit.
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  • November 5, 2013 at 9:45 am

    I cannot begin to count the number of times I have imagined my husband “dead in a ditch on the side of the road” when he was a little late coming home. This was ong before cell phones were available, oh who am I kidding? he has one and still doesn’t remember that I am at home unable to sleep until I hear the garage door open. 🙂
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    • November 5, 2013 at 10:49 am

      Oh my gosh, that is SO me!!! I’ve imagined the whole police coming to the door, all of it! LOL And yeah, before AND after cell phones, we’ve down this road. LOL

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