The Thing About Socks

The Thing About Socks

My cat is overall a cappucino colored cat, with dark chocolate ears and tail. Her feet and lower portions of her legs, however, are snow white. She looks like she's wearing a nice set of white boots, or actually, two very clean pairs of socks.

Unlike Nabee, I don't generally wear socks. Many people find my repulsion to socks ridiculous, however, it is very serious to me. My feet and toes were born free. They should be free. Socks are different from other articles of clothing, in that they are extremely restrictive. One day I will post a photograph of my feet. My toes sit apart, each with a cusion of privacy between them. They don't run amok together, smooshed, overlapping one another like many other toes on other people are. My toes have freedom and independence. Socks, by binding them and confining them, are oppressive.

The same goes for closed in shoes. How is one supposed to breathe in that sort of environment? And my feet are so pretty (one of my best features). It is a shame that they should spend so much time cooped up inside. Thankfully, I live in SoCal, and I usually never really have to wear socks or shoes. Just when I go the gym, but that's a minor discomfort.

When I went to visit my friend in Iowa for Thanks Giving one year (it was already snowing by that time -- I was trapped at O'Hare airport for 10 hours, snowed in!) it was one of the most challenging aspects of traveling. At the time, I realized that I only had three pairs of socks, which I rotated each time I hit the gym. I had to go borrow my friend's. Now I make sure that I have more than just three pairs, but still, I do not force such imperialistic garments on my feet. That's like imposing a straitjacket for them!

By my odd-ball rambling about a topic as mundane as socks, I hope you figured it out; I have an essay due tomorrow and another essay due the next day. I'm just aching for more excuses to procrastinate, but I guess it's really about time I should get started. It's a shame that I've been reduced to writing papers the night before they're due. That's like learning the Lamaze the night before your baby's due. Ah well.

Why am I feeling like I'm being dragged behind a powerful SUV, tied with a noose around my neck?