Thought for the Day
I hate it when my socks wear out at the back of the heel, near the Achilles. To be honest, I don’t know how these holes even come about. One day nothing, and the next day something and I’m kind of baffled by this. I’d like to ditch the socks for new ones, but it seems like such a waste because of the rest of these socks are in excellent shape. I wear black socks exclusively, so it’s obvious when you see blackness and then the contrast of a little patch of flesh. My OCD is so strong that I can’t live with the potential that someone might spot my hole-y sock and make an assumption on my character as a whole.
Somewhere in this post lies commentary on existentialism and/or mysticism.
