Breaking the Deadly PaJayJay Addiction

I think we’ve had this conversation before. But it’s worth having again, especially since Freshmen year is so crucial to the development of this addiction.

By Jess

This messy, painful, powerful addiction.

The addiction to wearing pajamas to class.

Some of you had to get up as early as 5:30 AM to get to high school, and while wearing pj’s may have been a slight temptation, you never actually went and did it.

No, you pulled on some jeans, found a shirt somewhere, made sure your face wasn’t frightening, and then hopped into the car while the sun was still coming up.

But then college happens, and for some reason, everything changes. Almost no one has class earlier than 8:30 (a whole hour later than 12th grade), school is usually no more than a 10-15 minute walk from your bed, and breakfast is already made for you. It should be easier to resist the urge to wear those dancing dog pj’s your grandma got you to class…right?

Nope.

Just doing it once, just one taste of the sweet, sweet laziness that is literally throwing a jacket over pajamas is enough to turn some people in pajajay junkies for life (or at least the duration of the college career).

But I am here to beg and plead for us to break this ugly cycle. Dressing to the nines for Biology 101 is not what I’m calling for, only a simple upgrade from “I slept in this last night” to “this is comfy enough that I could fall asleep in it later”.

Why?

Because it not only looks lazy, it makes you lazy. Resisting the urge to fall asleep in class is hard enough sometimes, and wearing pj’s just adds butane to the fire. Plus, if you’re already planning on sleeping during class before you get there, why go in the first place? Save everyone the embarrassment of your drool and snoring and just stay in bed.

We’re not in college to constantly impress everyone around us (well, some of us aren’t), but if our professors have enough energy to look decent and put-together, shouldn’t we do the same? At least most of the time? Out of respect for the sheer amount of cash it takes to even be there? Maybe? Don’t you think? Do I hear an Amen?

Even if you can’t ditch the pajayjays for fashion or respect’s sake, I urge you to do your best to resist them for sanity’s sake. Because breaking a comfort addiction is painful, and there’s no wearing baggy sweats and giant sweatshirts to real world jobs.

…unless you’re a celebrity who’s just too rich to figure out what to wear.