Real versus Surreal
I hate doing laundry. Particularly my socks. Why? Well. Custom dictates that socks come in a pair, usually due to the fact that we as humans have two feet. Great. Now our tosies can be simultaneously cozy and safe inside the sanctity of socks. The catch? You need both. However, socks have a different agenda. Mysteriously, one will go missing. Whether it be the carelessness of the one doing the laundry or just some freak occurence, its bound to happen.
Well what now? Our expectations have been destroyed. We wanted both socks to return intact, but what happened? We are left with one. I guess we can improvise - substitute another sock and wind up with mis matched socks. Thats alright… right?
Eventually its laundry day again, and what do you know? The substitute sock goes missing. All of a sudden we are left with only one original comfort sock.
Let me enlighten you with this. Socks are like friends. We always know that theres one we can hold on to. One we can trust to be there with us when the going gets rough.
But we also know that there are the lost socks. The ones who don’t return from the laundry. And although we miss them, we always know that we can buy a new pair of socks. We can always replace. But we will never forget.
- And something tells me that we’re better off without the lost sock.
