I need to talk to you guys about something. It’s something I feel like I have to admit before I let it eat away at my soul. It’s a very serious and sad thing that I’m afraid may be too dark for this blog. I’m bracing myself for losing some readers, but I must get this out in the open -
My socks have holes in them.
SERIOUSLY. Like, every pair I own! Do I mend them? No. Of course not. That would require actual productivity on a level I’m uncomfortable with. Do I buy new ones? No. I feel like it’s a waste of money (socks are expensive!) when they’re still pretty function. Now, I’m not a penny-pincher. I’ll buy a new pen no matter how much ink my old one has, just for the hell of it. But pens are fun! Socks? Not so much. Seems like waste of a few bucks I could be using to buy…more pens!
So, anytime you see me in the winter when I’m wearing some sort of slip-on shoes, you can bet on the fact that one of my socks has a hole in it.
Now – on the flip side? I get really irritated with LilZ if he continues wearing socks with holes in them. Because – he’s my son. If someone sees him wearing socks with holes? What will they think about his mother? Jeez! I’ve got to protect my reputation here!
Yes. I’m well aware of the complexity of this double standard. I like to keep everyone guessing if I can.