Life can get frustrating.
It’s like I have socks,
And they’re a really nice pair socks.
But I only have one of them.
So I spend hours looking for a match,
Wishing things like this didn’t happen to me so often,
Wishing that my problem will resolve itself.
Maybe it’ll just reappear, it happens, right?
And then I start thinking, maybe I put the sock in the wrong drawer,
Maybe instead of being with all of it’s other sock friends, it’s hanging out with my pants.
So I go into the pants drawer and tear it apart, only to find out it’s not there.
Then the shirts.
Then the pajamas.
So I’m standing in a really big mess,
A catastrophic pile of clothing,
And I still didn’t find my sock.
But then I start thinking, who really cares if your socks match?
Was it worth this whole ordeal?
I mean, no one will see my socks anyway,
No one will notice.
So I grab a different sock,
And look around,
And see that I’ve made a mess,
And will spend a good amount of my day picking up the pieces.
Trying to fix it.
So when I’m done with that, I go out.
And I notice that no one says anything about my mismatched socks.
It was all for nothing,
And it turns out that no one but me cares after all.
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Courtney Shaddock