Because I Can… the random thoughts of Marc Scott

I am divorced.  Not entirely by choice, or at least, not entirely by my choice.  In the days after my divorce I would often find myself reflecting back on all the different things I loved about married life.

Anything could trigger a memory for me.  A song, a TV show, a sound, a smell, an event, a phrase.  Many of the memories are happy, some are sad.  I will always be sorry that my marriage broke down.  I will also always hold on to hope that one day I’ll have another chance to be married again!

Lately there has been one thing in particular that I’ve been missing.  You see, I have a bit of a problem.  I am an extremely shy individual.  This shyness makes certain things very difficult for me. 

There is a real irony about my shyness considering what I do for a living.  Being a radio personality, one would think that I’m a fun, outgoing, total extravert.  In reality, I’m a quiet, simple, content introvert.  Truth be told, it’s 14 years of sitting in a studio alone that is, at least partially, responsible for making me this way.

My shyness presents a number of challenges for me in life, but perhaps none greater than the purchasing of new underwear.  I am 30 years old, and I am afraid to buy my own underwear!

The thing is, I could quite possibly die from embarrassment if the checkout girl at Walmart saw what kind of underwear I buy.  Not because I buy weird underwear either you pervert!  No, simply because if she sees me buy the underwear, then she knows what kind of underwear I wear!  I can’t handle the thought of somebody being able to picture me in my boxers!!!  Yes, I wear boxers.  Crap… did I just make way for that which I fear most?

So, among a thousand other things, this is one thing I miss about married life.  My wife always saved me from having to go through the exceptionally torturous task of buying my own underwear.  She knew that such an event could potentially scar me for life.

My back up plan was Grandma.  Before you go thinking twisted thoughts, we all know that every Grandma buys their grandkids socks and underwear for Christmas.  Now that Grandma is getting a little older though, this Christmas she gave us all a cheque so we could do our own shopping… so much for the back up plan!

Eventually I am going to have to get some new boxers.  Something tells me I’m going to have to get them before I get married again too! 

One day, perhaps not so long down the road, you’re going to sign into this blog and find it untouched.  No recent posts and no indication why.  I offer to you now, that when that day comes, it’s likely because I finally broke down, went to buy my own underwear, and didn’t survive the experience!