I don't really like socks. I don't like how my feet can't breath. Winter stifles the life out of my feet and all that seems left is the slight stench of decay and despair. I have to wear socks because otherwise my feet will get cold and my shoes might get smelly. Because I don't like socks that much I don't have very many. I go home every break and have to raid my mom's drawer for socks to wear to the gym because I inevitably forgot to bring some home, or the only ones I did bring home have hearts or polka dots or stripes on them. I especially hate wearing socks to bed. They severely interfere with my sleeping causing me to increasingly get "
stuck" in the covers. But my room is cold, really cold, so I have to sleep in full sleeping regalia, and it's really uncomfortable. I now sleep under two fleece blankets and two feather blankets, I have leggings that keep my legs warm and a long sleeved shirt for my upper body and arms to stay cozy, and socks. Stupid socks. One of the worst parts about being a Sister Missionary is that you have to wear nylons all the time. Even when it's hot outside. Of course I only wore knee highs in the summer, but it was still relatively unbearable in the record breaking hot summer of 2006. So I hate socks.
Actually I don't really like shoes either, they equally restrict the freedom of my toes. I can't do barefeet, but I can do cute t-strap flat sandals, or simple flip flops, or strappy flats. But, I don't have a wide enough range of winter suited shoes. True I have tons of shoes that cover the floor of my closet and the shoe hanger on the back of my door is half empty because the shoes that go in there are the ones I wear most frequently so they're strewn about my room, but they're church shoes (heels) or sandals, and I just don't have good winter shoes. True I inherited two pairs of boots from
Missionary Jess and have a pair of black heeled boots and a pair of jean boots with little baby chicks on the side, and a pair that I got for Christmas, but I can't wear any of those because of various reasons including: no high heels to school; would look cuter with jeans tucked in but I don't have skinny jeans; too similarly matched to my pants; don't want to ruin them in the snow; don't fit comfortably over my spectacularly muscled calves. So why don't I just get more shoes that are "winter shoes"? Because they just aren't that cute.
But what really got me on this topic of socks and shoes is the fact that I'm wearing two different socks today. One is pink and the other is white with pink and red hearts. Because of the cut of my shoes and pants, both socks are visible when sitting. Mismatched socks are not bad, they're not a crime. And actually if you wear mismatched socks, you'll never worry about matching the socks when they come out of the dryer. (I hate doing that.) And
one of the coolest people I know wears mismatched socks all the time. So, the fact that I hate socks, and then with me wearing mismatched ones makes me laugh and I've been half giggly and half self conscious about them all day.
