Socks are strange. They are mysterious and disappear inexplicably without any sort of formula or pattern. When I left KL last year i brought 10 pairs of socks with me to Glasgow. They’ll be enough, I told myself. In February when i was packing for Belgium I found that the socks have somehow dwindled to 6 pairs and a couple of stray socks without its partner. Strange – I thought. Due to a lack of space I packed just 3 pairs of socks with me and in my first week in Ghent I bought 5 new pairs. 8 pairs of socks – enough for 6 months, I told myself.
The mysteries doesn’t end there. In August when I packed for my return to Glasgow I found that now I had only 4 pairs left! All others – gone inexplicably. Nevermind, I returned to Glasgow and collected the other pairs of socks that I left in the care of a friend with all my other junk. Again inexplicably, I only found 2 complete pairs of socks.
Now it’s September, I have moved to London and again I found myself with less socks then I last counted.
Where the hell are all these fucking socks? Its such a trivial matter, yet so stupidly irritating when you need socks but can’t find them.
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