Random. Completely random.

Here I am sitting at my desk, brain-dead, fixedly looking at the wall I have in front of me (by the way, I have never realized how awful to face the wall is) I am just sort of lost in all the things I need to catch up with and all of a sudden I discovered I have taken out my left shoe. (Yes. I feel the cold air conditioning even under my desk, therefore there is no need to explain how other parts of the body feel, right?)

I take a closer look and I see I have a hole on my sock.
Black sock with a hole and you can see my toe.
A piece of bright white toe standing out through the hole in my black sock.

Needless to say I tried my shoe back on, and I could not avoid thinking of this morning when I collected all my clean and already dry laundry from the rack and put it back in the corresponding drawers. Then I randomly decided to count how many pairs of socks I owned (I KNOW what you are thinking, and the answer is: NO, I did not have anything better to do, ok?) Anyway, I counted and it added up to 47 pairs and ONE grey loose sock, that is lonely because I have apparently lost the “matching friend”.

47 freaking pairs for crying out loud!!!! Can you believe it!!?? One too many socks!

But then I thought again and I decided it was not fair to make such a judgement. I should not be so harsh on myself. I actually wondered: ‘How do I know if that’s too many? Maybe it is simply average for people my same age and condition”. So here it goes, the question of the day:

How many pairs of socks do YOU own?

Random. Completely random. I have said it at the beginning, right?