A Theory About Socks
It’s like this: we wake up every morning, drag our tired, sore, grumpy butts out of bed and force ourselves to paste a smile on our faces, go to work, and pretend that we’re happy to be there (when we’d all rather be somewhere else doing something... anything else).
My sock theory was born on one of those mornings—you know the ones—where nothing was going my way and I was really tempted to call in sick, crawl back into bed, pull the covers up over my head, and start over with a clean slate tomorrow. I needed a pick me up. While searching through my sock drawer trying to find a pair without a hole in the heal I came across a wild pair of socks that someone had given me as a gag gift. You should’ve seen them. They were a ridiculous combination of flashy, clashing colors and patterns. They practically screamed “gaudy.”
I was holding this crazy pair of socks in my hands when I had my “ah-ha!” moment. I’m the only one that sees my feet at work; so, why not? Not only did I wear those silly socks that day, I bought a bunch more on my way home from work. On the surface I may look like a complete professional—boring black slacks, blah polo shirt, plain black shoes—but, beneath it all, I’m a rebel.
From that day on I’ve always worn fun socks to work. I’ve got socks featuring Winnie the Pooh and Friends. I’ve got socks with cute little animals-- penguins, cats, frogs—you name it. I’ve got a pair with glittery red and black stripes. I’ve even got gray socks with neon green and red polka dots. And my collection is growing… check out the ones that I found in the clearance bin at K-mart this afternoon!
So, who’s with me? Wanna join the Wild Sock Rebellion? :)
