Thursday, May 05, 2011

A Pile Of Loneliness

On top of my dresser is a pile of socks which keep a lonely vigil as they wait for their mates to come back to them. Sadly, most are widows who just can't face the fact that their soul mate has vanished, last seen in the clutches of the evil dryer. Oh, once in a while a small miracle happens and a newly reunited couple will hop off joyfully to the top drawer, taking their place among the pairs society to await the next adventure, but this is a rarity. Most of those left will never again experience the feeling of purpose they once had when they were part of a whole, although a few of those widows- when the lights are dim and a feeling of desperation sets in- have been known to pair up and embark on some escapade, usually for just a one-night fling. Perhaps the saddest thing to see is when one has waited as long as possible and moves on to start a new life as a cleaning rag or trash bag filler only to have its mate reappear, hoping to reclaim the unity they once shared, but to find he was too late. It's a lonely life, being an unmatched sock, but at least comfort can be taken in the fact that there are many others that live that solitary existence.


Blogger Michelle's Spell said...

Hi Tim,

Loved this post! The whole one lonely sock thing is so sad . . . Luckily, I only wear socks to the gym. Otherwise, it's always heels!

10:08 PM  
Blogger Michelle's Spell said...

Hi Tim,
Hope you're having a great week!

9:49 PM  

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