Surviving the Domestic Jungle

I have many various theories, philosophies and trains of thought. Most of them have a tendency to be absolutely ridiculous but I hold true to them. My favorite, that I swear works, is that calories consumed OUTSIDE of your house do NOT count. At home I could eat one cookie and gain 20 pounds but when I am out to dinner and have a slice of cheese cake thicker than my thigh, I wake up skinner the next day. I dont understand it but it works I realize and embrace the fact that I border on insanity and one of my next trains of thought is also a little weird. I do not wear tennis shoes (‘sneakers’ for my Canadian friends who would only wear tennis shoes to play actual tennis. I don’t know why they are called that here…..) and I do not wear t-shirts. Oh god wearing t-shirts makes me so uncomfortable!!!!!!! I feel like a man when I put one on and it is even worse when paired with tennis shoes.  I own one t-shirt and I only purchased it to support my sister when she joined the navy. That’s it. I never wear it. Not even to bed. It just hangs in my closet above my tennis shoes feeling neglected and dusty. I have decided that while I will never embrace wearing t-shirts, I may embrace wearing tennis shoes. I have 4 pairs but none of them inspire me so I was thinking if I went and bought super sporty cute ones that maybe, just maybe, I might be able to be like a normal person and wear tennis shoes. Blogs like this remind me of just how neurotic and ridiculous I am! Am I alone on the t-shirt/ tennis shoe thing? Anyone???