Earlier this month I turned 25. Aside from the internal conflicts concerning getting older and remaining confused about most things in life, it was one of the best (if not the best) birthdays of my life. I dedicated five glorious days to celebrating with my closest friends. Other than a slight mishap involving my employer waking me up with a phone call two hours after I was suppose to be at work, everything was perfect. Since I've locked myself in my room for the weekend to work on final projects due in school next week, I decided what better way to waste time than spend an hour looking at photos and videos from my birthday week.
Whilst watching this video I congratulated myself for my achievements in becoming a more composed and mature adult.
Then I realized I was wearing my pants inside out. It didn't shock me. At least once a week I realize I'm wearing my underwear inside out halfway through the day. Maybe this isn't something that happens to a lot of people. Maybe it isn't something I should really be sharing. I'm 25 years old and I don't know how to properly dress myself.
Yup, that's the inside seam. Two hours later I'm yet to fix the situation.
