Mortality plagues us all. Lovely thought, eh? This brings many people to the desire for a hedonistic lifestyle: "Get what you can while the getting's good." I generally frown upon satisfying every whim of our subconcious--it tends to lead to nasty things. However, I can find nothing harmful with enjoying socks, as a matter of fact, I like them profusely.
Socks can be quite delightful things. I remember when my parents brought my adopted brother home from Transylvania. A month or so later, we took him to a shopping mall for the first time. While passing through the shoe department in a JC Penney's, we stumbled upon a wall. It was twenty feet high and six feet wide. Every inch was covered in a different pair of socks. My brother's gaze soaked in the sight of the monolith. With delight, awe, and a hint of fear, he stared at the wall and half-gasped, half-whispered: "...Socks."
They come varieties of patterns, colors, shapes, and sizes. I personally own pairs is a myriad of different colors as well as two pairs of Batman print and one of Dr. Suess's "One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish," and a pair of knee high socks that have piano keys all the way from knee to toe. With daring, humor, and gusto, socks can make any wardrobe memorable.
However, they can also be quite bland. Few things are as depressing as plastic packages of 20 or so white socks with grey toes and heels. All the same. All quite colorless. All quite boring. They're economical, but also kind of a waste of cotton.
With the millions of vibrant options availible to people with feet, why should we wear boring socks? If we're going to enjoy the best of cloth foot-clothing, we mustn't waste time!
Life is too short to wear boring socks.
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