I don’t match my socks. But it’s not as bad as you think. I just don’t match two socks and roll them up and put them in a drawer. I don’t like the rolling bit. I don’t know why. I just don’t. Maybe I read somewhere it’s bad kharma to roll your socks. I-personally-like to have a drawer full of single socks. Actually, I have two drawers full of socks: one full of white sport socks, and the other full of dark or woolen socks.
When I do get dressed, it’s not like I have visibly odd-socks. I don’t wear a white sock and a dark sock. Or a dark sock and a woolen sock. I usually wear socks that I buy in bulk from Costco or some other warehouse place. I put all of the same colours in one drawer. When I need a pair of socks, I pull out two from the drawer. I have a theory. If I reach into the drawer and pull out one sock, how many times to I have to reach into the drawer and pull out its mate? Once. At most, twice. It’s like a game when I get dressed. Almost a ritual.
When I opened the package of white sports socks I bought this last time, I saw that they have different-coloured writing on the toes. Meaning, there are now pairs of socks in my bulk purchase (if you look at socks that way). A pair of socks with pink writing. A pair of socks with blue writing. And so on.
I still put all of the same-coloured socks in one drawer. When I want a pair of white sport socks, I pull out two of the same type (previous bulk purchases have grey bottoms, now some of them have coloured writing), and I put them on. At least I have the same type of sport socks on. I don’t normally care if they are the same colour of writing on the toes or not. I guess I’m just rebellious or something. Or I’m asserting myself by not conforming to wearing a veritable pair of socks. Who really cares anyway?
So far, I have found four people who have told me I am wearing odd socks.
And I say: I know.
I like them that way.