Moving On…
Despite the fact that this goes against everything I believe in, I must move past the fact that my hair is weighing heavily on my mind. There are bigger fish to fry.
Well, I suppose that there aren’t, actually, bigger fish to fry. But people are getting sick of hearing about it.
I managed to go back to school shopping today, and I was very proud of myself indeed. I managed to go to Wal-Mart and NOT buy myself numerous packages of white sports socks.
I’ve decided to do the mature and responsible thing: Sort through my other sports socks and toss the ones that I don’t like any more. You know the type: The ones that while there isn’t necessarily anything wrong with them, they just don’t do it for you any more. They aren’t as stretchy or soft as they once were. They aren’t that pretty gleaming white any more. Your black boots have rubbed off on them, leaving dark spots on all your pressure points.
I suppose most people don’t devote as much time to thinking about their socks as I do, but I’m just a special type of sock-pondering person. I need to put a great deal of effort into maintaining my sock collection as a source of pride: I’m the only person I know with over forty pairs of socks in all the same style and in good working condition.
And sometimes I look upon my sock collection and I beam and I smile and all seems right with the world.
And other times I think about the fact that I even have a sock collection, and I think, Dear God. This is what its come down to.
August 14th, 2007 at 11:25 pm
Hah! I love your entries! First socks, then hair, now socks again! : )