Thursday, March 25, 2010
Today, for the first time since I've been away at school, I lost a sock.
It doesn't seem like it should be a big deal... but somehow, it really upsets me. It wasn't just any sock--it was purple, knee-high, and had pink polka dots. This sock was part of a beautiful pair. Now, the other one is sad and lonely. And rather useless.
I realize I'm not normal when it comes to socks. My collection demands its own full drawer, and then some. I strive to match my socks with the rest of my clothes on a daily basis. If it doesn't work out, my mind is consumed with the horrible idea of unmatching socks all day. Is this insane? Probably. It keeps me happy, though.