It was the day I decided to fix our box of socks. I find it challenging to look for a pair of socks when I'm in a hurry to go some place and the socks are not exactly paired and rolled together for me to easily find them. So I took the time today to take them all out, line them all so neatly, pair, roll and set them aside. I felt like God who has the power to look for each pair and unite them to become a happy couple. I find myself feeling so delighted and profoundly pleased as if I was giving the socks the long lost happiness that they were looking for.
There are some pairs that were easy to spot because of the brand and color. One sock actually looks so worn out while the other seems just fine but when put together they look like a splendidly imperfect match. As several pairs of socks pile up and the box is almost empty, I still have several socks lined up and missing their pair. I was feeling a tinge of frustration. Where did the other socks go? Were they stolen while being dried out in the sun? Or were they simply stuck somewhere or in the laundry hamper. I actually tried to match some socks even if they don't really go right together. I wonder, "what if the socks that were missing a pair are people?", then that would be just depressing.
I ended up with 60 pairs and 17 single and lonely socks. Good thing they were only socks and I'm just a silly person cleaning up and having a boring Saturday afternoon.
