Comfortable Boxers

I believe in comfortable boxers. This is not a mundane or routine thought but a core principal I adhere to. The idea is simple; the smallest, most unimportant things we take for granted can have much a much larger effect on the world around us. For this, I believe in comfortable boxers.

I, like many others, used to haphazardly choose my last line of defense to nakedness. Shopping for boxers used to consist of finding the biggest package of 10 or 12 uncomfortable, constricting boxers from Wal-Mart. Little thought was placed on the material, and sometimes I would barely consider the size. It was normal to buy underwear based on quantity over quality. In retrospect, this neglect to my intimate apparel had put me on a road leading to disastrous consequences.

I was 16 when my choice in boxers finally had a major impact on my life. It had only been several months since I earned my license and in my eyes, I was a proficient driver. It was a Tuesday morning that I made the fateful choice of wearing a constricting pair of boxers that preferred to ride like briefs. As I was heading home from a friend’s house, these specific pair of boxers began to agitate areas that need not be mentioned. Like any normal man would do, I adjusted myself as I drove and slowly tried to work the boxers back down my leg to their normal position. Finally, after much effort on my part, I felt relief as they slid into a more comfortable location. As my attention wandered to fix the situation, my car had slowly drifted to the wrong side of a 2-lane road. The first thing I saw as I looked up was two headlights in my direct field of view. It was a deer-in-the-headlights moment, and for several seconds I was too stunned to react.

I didn’t hit the other car, but I eventually did swerve and completely wreck my own. As my car was being towed away I road home in silence with my father. Finally the question I had been waiting for came, and he asked me how I crashed. So I told him. I narrated the events of how my boxers had bothered me, and my attention had wandered to areas other than the road in front. I tried to lighten the mood and joke that at least I had crashed comfortably. He just shook his head, and from his reaction I gathered that as a fellow guy, he had probably been in my situation several times before.

Since that day, I have put more attention into the small distractions in life, especially my choice of boxers. I have learned that careful choices, even in underwear, are crucial. For this I believe in comfortable boxers.