Matching Socks, a Doctor's Best Friend

Every evening as part of my nightly worry-about-life-routine I literally stop breathing in fear and horror of the horror of the day to come; this always seems to happen whenever I think of the socks I am going to wear the next day? Not because I don't have a clean pair waiting for me, it's usually (always) thoughts of if the clean socks that I am left with, still have mates.

We've been through so many trends and doing things in "new ways," I would think that it shouldn't be too hard to convince the masses that matching socks aren't necessary, though the people I have spoken to on this all agree on one thing and that one thing happens to be the one thing I cannot comply with: that socks have to match. Black and black, matching patterns and long and long (okay, fine that one is a no-brainer).

No one's explained to me why they matter though. WHY?

OK, so I'm probably taking this whole sock thing too seriously, but the comments I received to wearing two different socks were a bit much for me to comprehend; like mismatched socks are a bit of a hazard, "I mean if you were to pass out in the streets and an ambulance was called, I would be deemed mentally unfit." That is a bit odd, because sure I am a bit of a blob, but my socks are in no way connected to that.

I started writing this piece two days ago and two days later, I am still wearing mismatched socks today. They were mismatched yesterday too.

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