I’ve never been a big robe guy.

it’s not that i don’t want to be

i really want to be

i wish i was

i’ve always been jealous of robe people

it looks so freeing ⛓️‍💥

i picture myself wearing a robe — either waking up and putting one on or getting home after a long day of work and changing into one from my outside clothes.

slipping my hand through the sleeve as i feel the plush velvet welcoming my skin into this new lair of relaxation (i dream of a velvet robe)

a robe is supposed to help you decompress so you can shed the worries of the day.

but my robe never did that

because it makes me think of something else. something i have to do—but haven’t yet done.

in the morning, i can’t wear a robe after i shower (and i always shower in the morning). i shower to get ready for everything the day has in store. but a robe is more of nothingness, and nothingness doesn’t feel quite the same,,,once you're clean and fresh.

so i try to wear a robe at night

when i get home from work

or after i’ve finished working [REMOTE].

but it always feels like there’s more to do, and i can’t wear a robe if there’s more to do because a robe is about nothingness—

why is there always something more to do?

is it really that there’s something more to do, or is that just what i’ve been conditioned to tell myself?

this type of deep thinking doesn’t happen in a robe.

i might be a dude, but i’m not The Dude,

and even though so many people want to be;

The Dude;

this world makes it hard to do that.

I’ve never wanted to be anything but the most me I could ever be.

Maybe that means,

I’ll never be a Robe Guy 🤷‍♂️