Socks are something that I personally am very horrible at. My socks are either dirty, have holes in them, or have twirled off to the alternate dimension where all my socks eventually end up.
I will buy a brand new pack of socks and place them into my drawer, where they usually stay put for a day or two, three if I’m lucky. I get to enjoy the wonderful feeling of fresh cloth under my feet for just that short period of time. Then, when I go to grab my third or fourth pair, I realize there are only a few socks in my drawer.
Didn’t I buy the twenty pack?
I sift around and realize the socks I’m grabbing are old.
It cant be?
I find a pair that look new. Breathing a sigh of relief, I sit down and start putting them on. My foot slides in, but what stares up at me? One of my toes poking through a gaping hole in the sock. I just stare back, and if my toe could speak in that moment, it would say something along the lines of: Nice try, pal.
I tear the sock off in anger and check the other one. No hole, but I realize it’s a dress sock.
Okay, I guess this can be a fallback.
I go back to my drawer and frantically search for the new socks that I just bought a few days ago. The only socks I can find are the old ones, or ones with holes. The other dress sock isn’t even in there! It’s an ego thing now, I’m not going to put on the old ones when I just bought new ones, and I’m not going to church, so I’m not wearing the holy ones.
The undesirable socks left in my drawer just stare back at me, a painful symbol of my incompetence. They are the socks too old or too sick to travel off to the prestigious alternate sock dimension. (This dimension apparently accepts wallets as well, you can guess how I found that out.) My search is in vain, and I end up settling for an old sock, and one of the new socks I wore the day before that I find behind the toilet. And yes, I only find one new sock. The other one has apparently stumbled upon the portal that provides direct flights to the sock purgatory, along with all the others.
No matter how many pairs of socks I buy, I always end up with the same depleted supply. Over the years, I have developed many theories on where these socks go. Is it a sock nirvana that only accepts the strongest and freshest of socks? Is there a sock demon that gets off on only allowing me to have the bare minimum amount of foot clothing? Is there a sock creature that lives in my house that must feed on healthy socks to sustain its existence? Where do the socks go? Have I stumbled upon a conspiracy that is far beyond my understanding? If you guys don’t hear from me again, you know why.
Nice word play on the title 😏 Also the line “painful symbol of my incompetence” had me chuckling, definitely felt that feeling. Careful with conspiracy theories…they can override any sense of of sort of normal life you once had haha. Nice work!
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Thank you!! Glad I could provide some laughs 👍🏼. And yeah… I may need to start watching my back! 😳
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Haha…this post has just made my day because I can relate with the story. Hey if you solve this mystery kindly let me know.
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I’m glad you can relate, I knew I wasn’t the only one!! I will let you know if I ever crack this case lol!
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I have half a drawer full of socks that have mysteriously lost their mates. Perhaps their other halves have fallen for more exciting sock– I do have quite a whimsical sock collection– and run away together. Or perhaps they were just too much alike and needed some space. Really enjoyed this!
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Lol, now you made me laugh! And I’m glad you enjoyed it, hopefully I can provide more laughs in the future!
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You certainly woke up my imagination this morning. Many thanks!
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No problem, glad I could help!
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Definitely a conspiracy. Illuminati is Italian for Sock Cartel.
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Makes sense! 😂
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🙂 I don’t have the socks problem but my husband does:)
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Yeah it’s definitely more of a guy thing! 😂
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“Socks” to be you..
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Love it 😂
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Th-Snagglepuss also would like to add, ” Th-suffer’n th-sockotage!”
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😂😂
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Sounds like sockatory rape to moi.
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Nicely done!!
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Lol… Holy socks!
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😂😂
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Love it. I wrote a piece once that if I ruled the world I’d make a home for all the missing socks to go to. Lucky ones would end up as hand puppets. The unlucky ones in Tom Jones’ underpants.
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Lol!! Glad you liked it!
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Godamn socks, I swear they have a life of their own!
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They really do!
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Nice to meet you, thank you for the follow.
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No problem! Nice to meet you as well.
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HA! 😀 “holy socks” for church! *snort* 😛 Funny stuff, SB! 😀
I love socks! I love to buy socks! One time I found a pack of 20+ socks for sale and NONE of them matched! They were all wild and crazy colors and patterns! I loved that and felt like they were meant for me to take home, so I bought them. None of them have ever run of to SockLand, none of them are hiding behind the dryer, none of them went to SockHeaven…for some reason all of them hung around and I still the attention I get when I wear them! 😀
Knee-High HUGS!!! 😛
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Lol! Thank you!!!
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Socks must have a mind of their own. Don’t let them get the best of you bro!
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😂😂 I have to try to be smarter than the socks!
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Had a good laugh! Used to be the washer that took the socks, so now apparently they are going to the great beyond!
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Lol, they have transcended!
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Yup, same problem here. I still have socks from when I was in high school 20+ years ago, but the last new ones I bought? Like, barely a pair left. I have no idea where they went.
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Right? Such a mystery!
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Socks are always as mysterious people…. Though they look innocent I think they have a very complex communication network! My case always the partner sock is missing! If any one finds him… there is a award declared! 😀
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lol I know what you mean! 😄
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It’s me again! XD
I nominated you for the Mystery Blogger Award on my blog if you are into that sort of thing. Thanks! 🙂
https://jenniferpaetsch.com/2017/04/28/the-mystery-blogger-award/
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I’ll check it out, thank you! 😄
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You’re welcome! 👍
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Don’t you know that whenever new pairs of socks are bought and placed out of sight, at least one pair, or one single sock, is offered up in sacrifice to the deity of socks,it is named… Sockubus!!
lol, great article. 🙂
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Dammit, you beat me to it!
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Lol that would make sense! Thank you!
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I’ve heard from an undisclosed source that the mythical Lord of the Socks comes for sacrifices every now and then. He deliberately leaves the partner sock so that we know the sacrifice has been fulfilled. I’m considering booby trapping my sock drawer.
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Lol! Seems like a sacrifice might be the answer to the mystery!
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Ugh, I’m so happy to know I’m not alone! Thank you for this, I needed the chuckle – I’m re-blogging!
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Awesome, I’m glad you could relate! 😄
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possibly a little too much 🙂
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Reblogged this on crjen1958.
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Thank you I appreciate that! 😄🙏🏼
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Cool! Stickers, methanks….
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Damn, you think you have sock problems…
Try living on the street, where most get street-feet…
No just kidding, i´m on the street an have the same problem…
It´s just a guy´s life´s normal problem, we´re guys an don´t do well with socks…
cheers chris
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Yeah, my dad has the same problem lol, it’s totally a guy thing! Cheers man.
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Tis a kiss i give you, man….
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Hilarious😀. Loving your fun filled blog😀
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Thanks so much! I’m glad you like it 😁
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When you find the socks, you also find the pairs of children’s scissors, rolls of tape, the thingy that you use for eye-glasses repair, the other earring, and various other vagabond objects. Of course, you have no use for them at all when you actually find them.
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lol so true 😂
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Ah! The sock problem is one well known to me. Ever since I started living without my parents it has become simply impossible to wear good matching socks for more than 1 day in a week.
Like yourself, I fought and fought to control the mayhem of the drawer. Unforuntately eventually you just have to give in…
I’ve not worn a matching pair of socks for over a year.
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Totally know how you feel lol I could count how many times I’ve worn a matching pair on one hand
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😂😂 I’m another one. I keep losing one from the pair and then have to buy another which again I manage to lose one. God knows where they disappear
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Right? Where do they go?? 😂😂
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So these little socks do same thing to you,me and all the people around the world….so we have to train some cops for this in particular 😂😂
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Right?! We need a sock police force!
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I think the socks go out for a walk at midnight and only one returns home. I often see one sock in the road (not mine) so I’m thinking it’s a world-wide conspiracy. To try to get a leg up (pun intended) I started buying only black or white socks so at least I’d having a matching pair when leaving the house. Yet there’s always one missing! 😀
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I totally feel your pain! And yes it’s definitely a conspiracy!
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Reblogged this on Lincoln Life Blog and commented:
I didn’t know you could write that many words about a pair of socks!!! really funny.
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Wow thank you I appreciate the reblog! 😁
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socks. I think my wife is the one compelled to match my socks after we do the wash, After the military – when even socks had to be -military-approved, etc, I became a civilian and ambivalent about footwear. So if I wear a white sock with red stripe and one with a blue stripe, or a gray sole and one without – I don’t care- but I have someone looking out for me. . I guess however, when wearing dress socks , one is supposed to wear matching hosiery.
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I kept asking myself the same thing, and I may just have solved the mystery. I always keep forgetting to check the crevice in between the washing machine door, so when I did, voila! There they were! Lol
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I’ll have to check there and let you know what I find! 😂
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Brilliant how you take such small everyday things and make them a humongous deal! I have 4 kids and a large bag of odd socks that I am constantly hoping that the match will appear in the wash but almost never does. My fear is the moment I throw the bag away, all of the lost socks will come out of hiding….lol! Loved it!
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Thanks for the awesome comment! I’m glad you enjoyed it! 😄
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#relatable ALWAYS happens to me…
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Glad you could relate! 😄
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Socks don’t twirl off into an alternate dimension. They find their way into the nearest closet and turn into hangers. You can never find a pair of socks, but you can always find hangers.
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I do happen to have an overabundance of hangers!
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Reblogged this on and the journey continues… and commented:
This happens to most of us😉😉😉
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Thanks for reblogging! 😄
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I really enjoy reading your posts😊😊
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Wow thank you I really appreciate that and am glad you like them! 😁
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Reblogged on https://education17048.wordpress.com
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That is how it is with the things you use every day.
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Totally true!!
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I lost one from my only pair a few days back and I am yet to figure where is it… Crazy days man.
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😂😂
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This is completely relatable. I think my washing machine eats my socks. I wash them, dry them, and when I take them out of the dryer, why look some of my socks are missing. I look over at the washer looking all shiny as if it’s mocking me and all I want to do is throw it away. No matter how many times I check, none of my socks are under the washer. No amount of glaring at my washer will make it spit them back out.
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I’m glad you found it relatable, it sounds like you have pretty much the same problem! Those damn socks! Hope you enjoy my posts and I’ll be lookin out for yours! 😄
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Hilarious!
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Thank you!!
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This is awesome thank you so much!!
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