Fearing The Ridiculous

Most of my less formal socks are in a big upright clothes hamper- 100s and 100s of socks of just a few designs.

I root through it and find a pair when the need arises. It justseems easier than trying to pair them up out of the laundry.

An internal debate that occurs frequently during these sockdiving sessions is when I can’t quickly find two of a kind, so Iconsider just wearing two slightly mismatched socks (e.g. where theribbing on the sock are slightly different sizes).

“But what if I’m invited to an unexpected Japanese teaceremony?” I think, motivating myself to continue the search.

You think I’m joking, yet this is exactly the internal dialogthat I had this morning.