socks

let me explain a few things about my feelings toward socks.

first off, i hate them. i hate them because they bunch up. i try a size smaller but then they slip down beneath my heel because they're too small. the seam across the toes squeezes my toes together and it feels like someone stuck four or five cotton balls filled with bb gun pellets in the sides of my shoe where my pinkie toe is. on more occasions than not, i cut a hole in my sock right beside my pinkie toe and right above my big toe. it's the only way i can keep my shoes on without going insane.

i know you are thinking i'm crazy at this point, but the truth is: i am.

i also get unbalanced when i wear two different socks. different meaning a different brand so that the sock on my right foot and the sock on my left are not identical in stitch. my feet have to feel the EXACT same. seriously, i am unbalanced. something is wrong with me. and to take it one step further, if i SEE SOMEONE with two different types of socks on, i get twitchy. i insist they either take their socks off or keep them where i cannot possibly see them.

and that is my story on socks.