I have a single
sock drawer, containing my socks and underwear in absolutely no
order. When they're
cleaned, they get thrown in the drawer.
I see no
reason to
organize them, I try to keep
underwear on the left and socks on the right. I can't class them by how
comfy they are, if they're not
comfy, I
throw them out. Color in
underwear is
irrelevant. Color in socks, in my
opinion, is just as
irrelevant.
When I get up in the
morning, I reach into my
drawer, grab a pair of socks and a pair of
underwear, dress myself, put on my
robe, and go to the
bathroom to do what needs to be done. I am in the dark until I get to the bathroom, so I can't pick the
color of my socks.
I started wearing
shoes constantly about four years ago. My feet feel dirty when dry, and the little
sweat buildup I get from wearing shoes keeps my nice and
comfy. Yet another reason why I don't care about the
color of my
socks.
A few
years ago I was hanging out with my
nephew, we were watching
TV. I felt like
putting my feet up, so I removed my
loafers, and put my feet up on the
coffee table. Displaying for all the
mis-matchedness of my socks.
"Hey, uh... Your socks don't
match."
"Ya, I know."
"Are you going to
fix them?"
"Fix what?"
"Your
socks."
"What's wrong with them?"
"They don't match."
"So?"
"Well, you won't be, uh...
Symmetrical!"
"So, if I'm not
symmetrical will that be the
downfall of civilization? What about all those people who wear shirts that have only one
pocket on the
left side? And your
earrings, you've got three
studs in your
left ear, but none in your
right. And how people
part their
hair, it's on the left or right, but rarely in the
middle. And what about
buttons, huh? Now
quiet, your making me miss
Star Trek."
Everybody I meet who notices my
socks has a problem with them. They fail to understand how anyone can purposely wear
mis-matched socks. Whereas I fail to understand why you need to
color coordinate something you never look at.