Socks: To Match Or Not To Match?
How do you feel about wearing socks that don’t match? I am curious -- what is your initial gut reaction to this question. Imagine yourself in the office of your favorite therapist and this question is posed to you. How do you really feel?
Imagine you are going to a party and as you get close to your destination, your driver informs you that your socks don’t match. What happens in your body? Do you feel alarmed or embarrassed? Do you exclaim using words your mother told you not to say?
After a couple of minutes, do you tell yourself, “Nobody will notice because I have on long pants.” Then you calm down.
Next, you enter the house and your host asks you to remove your shoes at the door. This has become more of a common practice. Now what happens in your body? What stories are you telling yourself about this situation?
Hopefully, most of you could laugh it off and make a joke; something like, “I don’t match by color, I match by texture.” Everybody laughs and you are able to forget about it.
If you are like me, forgetting about it is almost impossible. I think to myself, they won’t say anything to me about it for fear of embarrassing me; or I would think to myself, they feel sorry for me because I am blind and I can’t match my socks. I have a huge imagination and I could totally turn myself inside out over a simple, incredibly trivial incident.
I know perfectly well that these mind games are not healthy. I also know how to keep my socks matched just so you know.
My youngest son recently informed me that wearing unmatched socks is actually a very cool thing to do now. He also told me that the crazier the patterns and color mixtures the better. It is a statement of confidence. It is a totally harmless way to be rebellious.
I love the idea so much that I ordered many pairs of the craziest socks I could find. I have unpaired all of them and have thrown them all into a drawer. I reach in and pull two out and put them on. My mind initially recoils with all the stories but then the naughty side of me rises up and says, “Who cares if socks match or not? Who made the rule anyway that socks must match? I have never liked rules that have no real purpose so AWAY with matching socks! It is quite freeing and just a little naughty.
2016 is going to be the year of unmatched socks. I will stride out proudly with no useless stories in my head and a little inward rebellious smile!
What do you think of my grand and sweeping new year’s resolution? Want to join me?