As I was walking down the street, a funny thing occurred to me. Why do I bother to wear pants? Is it because I am nervous about what people will think? Is it because I am afraid I will get arrested? Do I actually like to wear pants, or am I just delusional when I think of a pair of 'comfortable slacks'? I decided to put it to the test. I pulled my pants around my knees and observed the reactions around me. Some people stared; a few seemed quite offended. But most people simply passed me by and attempted to ignore me, or rather, attempted to convey to me that they did not notice the spectacle at all. A policeman approached me, and I thought 'Ah, so that is why I wear pants.' But he simply shook his head and passed me by. I had no explanation for the feelings that flooded me suddenly, but I was infuriated by the notion that someone or something was attempting to force me to wear pants. Then I stepped forward and fell flat on my face.