Why does my “official” sock drawer have fewer socks than my “lost sock drawer”? Please someone, tell me why so many socks form pairs no more. Do you, too, have dozens of forlorn socks waiting for their mates? Is there a world out there, like the Island of Misfits, where lost socks wait?
Sometimes when I’m delinquent doing laundry, I find myself with no sock choices. I’ve been known to open the “lost sock drawer” in hopes I’ll hear the voices of some pairs of choices. After all, when I put my clean laundry away there’s always going to be at least one or two stray. With luck, there are some reunited pairs in there. A match of socks sure would be fair!
If I score a find, I smile, and remove them from the huge deep pile, but when they’re on my feet, what often shows are two big holes above my toes. Other times their elasticity has gone, so when I put both of them on, one stands straight around my shin, the other falls down and shows it’s ready for the garbage bin. I’ve been known to wear a mismatched pair, if they don’t show through my shoes and below my pants, why should I even bother to care?
Ever since my mental illness disabled me, I feel I’ve lost some parts of me. I’m no longer able to do some of the things I used to do. This could stop me from living my life, but I’ve learned that the part of me that still exists, if gone, would be very sorely missed. So I do my best to treasure what I have, and keep it safe in its proper place. The lost elements that have gone from me, will hopefully dance together in outer space, most happily.