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I was walking past a couple of guys I know at a Christmas party last night.  All suited up, cocktails flowing.  Good guys.

I thought I’d drift into their conversation, say hi.  Might as well pop in for a chat…

I approach with an ear of sensitivity to the engaged conversation they’re in.  No need to cause a disruptive arrival.

The topic before them was obviously light and favorable, they’re laughing.  I see the jokes feeding on jokes… smiles and head bobs.

This is an awkward question, but what are we talking about?…I lean in, silently inquisitive.  What is the stance before us, gentlemen?  Let us converse… what matter shall we tackle?

Underwear.  This is the topic of which my colleagues speak.  What kind of underwear are you wearing?  What’s the reasoning behind your choice?

I pause.

My silence is noteworthy.  I don’t know what to say…I don’t know the answers to their questions.

I hadn’t thought about it.  Normal, I’d think.  I thought about my suit, my shoes, my tie…but my underwear – no.   Then I start to reflect…what am I really saying here?  Am I declaring myself a reckless person…the kind of guy who just reaches into his underwear drawer and puts on whatever he grabs?!  Does this somehow signal an ill-considered approach to life?  Or is it normal and cool that I don’t pay attention to a detail like what underwear I’m wearing!?!

Who am I?

Calming down, I realize this wasn’t one of the things I was supposed to be on top of.  No, turns out the boys were just drunk.