Life’s too short to match socks
All growing up I always matched my socks. I remember being really little and watching my mom fold laundry. She’d painstakingly pick through a monstrous pile of socks, looking for the perfect match. We even had this separate laundry basket where all the single socks stayed (sometimes for a very long time) until they were joyfully reunited with their other half. I guess you could call it the match.com for socks. Ha ha, get it? Match.com….you match socks? Okay…I know, I won’t quit my day job. So, I just assumed this matching of the socks charade was normal and everybody’s mom did this. Oh boy was I wrong.
When I finally saw the light (thank you gym class), and realized that not everyone (or more like not everyone’s mom) matched their socks, it was a bit of an eye-opener. I’m not all that great at hiding my feelings (shock, excitement, anger….you name it I feel it), I’m also a tad bit OCD….ironic isn’t it? But I am, and therefore I notice things like this everywhere. Anyways, after realizing people walked around wearing an orange shirt, one brown sock, and one lavender sock, I naturally concluded they were all nuts. A bit of a brat right? What can I say? I had high standards for my socks.
So, my eyes were opened. I went on matching my socks and judging those who didn’t. I just couldn’t believe they couldn’t match socks?!? How hard is it right?
Then, I graduated High School, moved out and started on my undergrad degree. Now when you move out a lot of things change. For instance, milk no longer magically appears in the fridge. You almost never have the baking ingredients you need, and you seriously put off turning on the heater as long as humanly possible.
In the mix of laundromats, transporting laundry, and traveling home I started to lose my sock matches. Not wanting to have my own separate laundry basket of single socks (quite frankly it’s a depressing thing to have around) I braved rejection and quit matching my socks. Put two and two together, and you’ll realize that now most of my socks are unmatched. You know what? It’s great! Doing laundry goes even faster, and there are less single, sad socks in this world. It’s a win for everyone.
Quite frankly I even get comments on my socks too which, believe me, is the part of my outfit I spend the least amount of time on. Granted, the “nice socks” could be taken as a slightly sarcastic comment. I give them the benefit of the doubt and say it leans more towards a compliment.
What’s the moral of this ridiculously long story about socks? To be honest I’m not quite sure. I just thought of it because today was laundry day.
I’m a bit of a worrier. Seriously, I stress out like it’s my full-time job. I like to have a plan and feel in control of my life. It used to drive me nuts to not match my socks. But, sometimes things go better unplanned. Letting go of control can get you places you never would have gone before. I learned that this semester. I’ve been in more group projects this semester than I have in my entire life! Between these projects, classes, and just life in general I found myself in situations where I had no choice but to let go. Ya know what? It turned out all right. My homework still got done, I got the grade, I’m still here, I’m still living, and I’m still happy. I learned great things about myself, improved my team working abilities, and met some pretty great people along the way.
Now that you’ve read a ridiculously long story about matching socks (I know, don’t hate yourself. Hate me, I wrote the ridiculously long story about matching socks), with a little bit of a weak moral, go out and seize the day. Do something unplanned, it’s one of the most liberating things ever. And, it’s also my personal opinion that some of the best memories are the ones you weren’t expecting.