it’s like a silent retreat / rehab center where you put on your fur boots and grey paul frank sweatpants (low slung on the hips) then hit the local tj maxx adjacent stores with a venti starbucks in hand.
chronic issues be flaring but i did have to put on shoes and leave the house briefly so instead of my usual sick day joggers and flowy shirts:
• levi denizen jeans that used to be black but are now dark grey, holes at the knees (not originally) and tiny holes all over the seams at the inner thighs and butt pockets… but i cAnNoT throw them out bc they’re literally the comfiest pants i own that aren’t sweatpants (please Target please please PLEASE stock these again 😩🙏)
• slightly oversized tshirt (to cover aforementioned holes on jean seams), dark purple, from a 2017 conference i did not attend but it’s comfy and doesn’t show too much nip for comfort when going braless
• thanksgiving ankle socks 🤷🏻♀️
Get a haircut, get rid of some clothes you haven’t worn in years, get a new houseplant, get in touch with the changing season, get grounded, get stoned, get in touch with some old friends, get some ice cream, get going
Friends you met out in the neighborhood at a bar or park or cafe or wherever a couple times and struck up a rapport with.
You don’t have eachother’s phone numbers, no social media info.
I have a couple friends like this and it’s been such a nice social change up. Always a pleasant surprise to bump into them out and about.