Posted April 22nd, 2008, in: Humanity, Culture, Philosophy, Politics, Ethics Etc| Ideas, Observations, Opinions, Rants Etc

I have tons of socks that are similar, but not the same. I can’t bring myself to mix and match so each time I do laundry, I have to carefully examine the stitching, subtle differences in color, and amount of wear, making sure to not pair two that are of a different brand or age.

This is difficult to do because I have approximately four different brands, from at least 6 different purchases. At the laundromat, I find myself contemplating the differences of these socks very carefully, while feeling like to most people, these are trivial differences. I get self-conscious when other people are around because I feel like I must look crazy. To some people all these socks would be dubbed “The Same,” but to me, they are very, very different and for some reason I really care about this. This is important to me. It’s my life.