Short Shorts

I got up this morning, and it looked like a warm day, so I dug out some shorts. An old pair that I used to wear a lot before I left for the Peace Corps--they haven't seen the light of day in nearly three years. I was 22 when I wore them last.

I put them on. Whoa! Short! Very short. I've wandered around the house in them for a while, but I keep going back to the mirror to look, and I'm getting concerned.

They still fit. That isn't the problem. I haven't gained weight or gone really flabby in the thighs or anything. They look pretty good, actually.

The problem is that I keep thinking I'm too old to dress like this. There is some point where people look silly wearing things that teenagers wear. I know this, because I went shopping last week and there was a fifteen-year-old girl in the dressing room with her mom. They were trying on the same clothes, in the JUNIORS department, and the woman had to be 40. She looked ridiculous.

So I know there is a line where women start to look silly in extra short shorts and the like. I just don't know where that line is, or what side of it I'm on. Are these things okay until you're 30? Or until you've got a couple of kids? Or am I already crossing over, even though this stuff still looks okay on me?

Becoming an adult is so strange. Probably it's just me. I think about strange things. At some point I ought to write about something that actually matters. Maybe tomorrow. In the meantime, I'm going to put on some jeans.