Not that Bob
500+ Posts
I can't remember precisely when I stopped caring. It was probably about the same time I stopped sucking in my gut 24/7. But I remember being a kid, seeing the old man next door walk to the mailbox, and thinking, "I swear to God, I will never wear black socks with shorts. Swear to God." Now I get home from work and just can't seem to work up the motivation to change out of my black socks, and put on the appropriate white ones, just so I won't look like a dork walking to the mailbox in my shorts. I don't worry about the brand of my jeans anymore either. Just so long as they don't constrict my never sucked in gut, well, it's all good. Have you stopped caring?