Since I was about 8 years old and became free from the tyranny of my mother’s sock matching regime, I have been wearn wearing odd socks. This is partly laziness, partly a philosophical belief that people who think that matching socks are coompulsory have simply not grown out of doing what they are told to do by others.
Some people find my odd sock wearing ‘offensive’. Not thier words, but they seem to try a number of very silly tactics to et me to conform. For example, mocking my odd socks, telling me that ts not normal etc.
This is a common trait of people who follow rules unneccesarily because they are too weak to live without such rules: to feel threatened by non-conformers.
Me too, Mags. For me it’s not about the look so much as the feel of the different socks. I have different lengths and various stages of deterioration of sock, so that combination would drive me crazy. If I did it intentionally, like wearing one red sock and one white sock for Candian national pride or something, it wouldn’t bother me, though.
As previously documented on here, I only ever wear a proper pair of socks by accident. The time I have saved in my life due to not spending any time pairing my socks equates to at least enough time to read several books.
Now you might say, ‘but SIATD, you’ve read tons of books, what does a few more or less really mean?’ to which I would respond ‘fine, then the time I spent not pairing my socks I spent eating chocolate, which is irreducibly more fun and meaningful than pairing socks’.
The culmination and vindication of my sock-time policy came on my birthday in 2006 (I think) when I was given a pair of socks that did not match that were actually sold as a pair of non-matching socks. That was ace.
However, this has nothing to do with my mother or any sock-time regime she imposed on me.
I get on ebay and order 100 socks at a time, all matching, I wear them, then throw them away. Nothing like the feeling of fresh new socks every day, (just a bonus really that they match).
I don’t know, all of my socks are white so I don’t know if that counts. Of course, many of them are of different lengths and some of them have the gray part on the heels and toes. Aside from that, I don’t match them and I just grab any random two from my drawer when it is time to put on my socks.
Seems to me there’s something unusual about a society in which you feel poor because you can’t afford to throw away new clothes every day
I’m a man. My socks are dark blue or black. In the dark of the morning, half-asleep and the other half still in bed, my hand can usually just about grab a sock from the drawer and get it onto my foot; after that the socks stay under trousers. I could quite easily never ever notice whether or not I have matching ones.
I have to say that this thread has NOT inspired me to wear odd socks I just can’t do it, as I wouldn’t be able to concentrate for thinking about the imperfection that it would be…
I feel the same way about food in restrooms. In the modern era, they are more ritually unclean than actually unclean. Well, unless they are actually unclean but you can usually tell that pretty easily.
To be honest, the cleanliness issue doesn’t really bother me. It’s more the question of why. I suppose I never really got reading on the toilet either though, I tend to have a diet thats pretty full of roughage which means I never really have the time to read more than a sentence or two. Guess this is one tyranny I’ll never get the chance to thwart, although in my heart I support the effort.
I don’t wear socks unless the temp drops to freezing. My feet sweat and swell horribly if I wear socks, always have. I have to be extremely cold to be comfortable wearing the darn things.
I’m with Xunzian about eating on the toilet. The ability to multi-task is a very useful one to have, and what else are you going to do while you are on the toilet short of taking your laptop in there?
My socks match today. But I had to check before typing this.
As far as eating on the toilet is concerned- most of your taste-input is actually smell input. If you don’t care if your food tastes like shit (or worse, orange-scented bathroom sanitizer), why even eat in the first place?
My food is a lot closer to my mouth than my poop. So I tend to just smell the food. Obviously, if I let out a really stinky fart or the BM is particularly smelly I’ll stop. But I’d stop eating at dinner for a moment if I let out a big fart too.
I just can’t do it, as I wouldn’t be able to concentrate for thinking about the imperfection that it would be… 