What the sock are you up to?
At 1 am on a Friday night- when I am strangely home and even more strangely sober … serendipity… I had an interesting thought. I am packing away my socks (for my imminent move) and culling all the mismatched ones to realise that socks do not disappear into a black hole generated by the friction of the spin cycle. No Steven Hawking rest assured… they actually get thrown in a mismatched pile, which gets larger and larger. You see when you do a batch of laundry it often happens that a pair of perfectly matching socks gets separated – so as you go to fold that batch you find yourself one sock short. As this process continues you eventually have a few mismatched socks. Instead of being patient and waiting for the perfect match to show up you may try to match similar socks perpetuating the mismatched sock syndrome. Until an entire bunch of socks is left alone all rolled up in one big clump and then thrown out …
………….And then it hit me- this is what happens to people! The same way we match up similar but not perfect socks, at a certain age people match themselves up with similar but not perfect matches (and when I say perfect I just mean the person you where meant to be … the other sock). Though you are happy with your not perfectly matching socks, and no one can tell they are not matching. You always feel a little uneasy, particularly when someone stares. The same way you try to avoid scrutiny in your “not so perfectly matching couple”.
The worst damage though is done when you actually find the matching sock- as you are already wearing the other non-matching you cannot do anything about it, just wish that you, like the matching sock had not given up. Then it really hits you- that in all this you chickened out and took the easy option. You may even think of yourself as unlucky… but the worst fate is that of the matching sock as it held out! It was hoping until the end just to see you walk by along side a mismatched sock! I mean in the end of the day you go home with warm feet!
So I hereby ask you people should I mismatch socks or hold out until all of them match?
posted by Franci @ 4:39 PM
4 Comments:
What i feel is important to look at here is what happens if the matching sock has a little hole over the big toe? What then? Is it still a matching sock? What if one fades in the sun and the other is stained with blood, sweat and coffee? Do they then become a match, though some what mismatched, pair? what if one sock is chewed beyond recognition by the neighbours dog and clealry no longer resembles the it 's partner? does it mean that the 'good' sock doomed by the fate of it's twin? Do i throw out the 'good' sock or use it as a marble bag, lens cover or a warmer for my putter? Where it will never know the touch and passion of another sock? Or do i take the humanitiarian approach and match it with a sock that looks similar whose twin has been is also MIA?-
My point is this - does the sock in question actually belong to the sock it was manufactured, packed, stacked and sold with in the first place? was it the socks path to live out its days with the other? or was to loose it's twin and settle with another, - similar or not.
matching socks, similar socks and clearly mismatched socks... i cant help but ask does it really matter? as long as the socks complement each ither while working together to give their all to keep the wearers feet warm and blister free. Besides, no one sees them when they are hidden behind the cuffs of your pants and suffocating deep within the depths of a shoe......
Importantly can the wearer deal with the fact that the socks on his/her feet are not, and clealry never will be, no matter how similar they look, be an exact match....
What if the sock is a mix of two other mismatched socks and there is no other sock in the world who could match it now? I can't beat the previous post, that was fantastic. I would say keep mismatching until chance matches you with what you thought was a mismatch.
what if people didnt wear socks at all and placed oven mitts shaped like chickens on their feet and danced spasmodtically to an air guitar version of the theme from the Bill, interlaced with the endlessly witty samples of 'dude where is my car'.. - Does that mean that the oven mits are just funny looking socks or are they oven mits being used inappropriatly
Daryl- I think I love you
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