Odd Socks

I think that somewhere in a galaxy far, far away there is an alternate universe where ALL my odd socks have settled down. They probably have a small community going, with town councils, laws and legislations, mayors. They've probably all made friends, got married, made a family and gave birth to more odd socks. Seriously.

That's the only way to explain the whole mystery of how and where our socks always dissapear to. I swear, they just totally vanish off the surface of this earth! They're not in the dryer, in the washing machine, in my cupboard, in my laundry basket.

I mean, right this moment, I have only 3 pairs of socks that match, and one of them is starting to get holey! So I always have to plan my attires properly according to my daily activites. If I'm going to the gym and will be wearing socks, I make sure I save my matching socks so I wont look silly with mismatched socks peeking over the top of my shoes. Working days I'll be wearing long slacks anyway so wth.

Once, I didn't know we were having communion service in church ( ergo, foot-washing). I was wearing boots so i thought doesnt matter what socks I wear, no one will see them. Boy was I mistaken when I took off my boots and my partner saw my mismatched socks. One was a colourful polka-dot one and another was a colourful striped one. Jeez.

I wonder where that Odd Socks World is. I wouldnt mind a visit, really.