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Black Socks

How can someone write about socks?  They have to be the most boring person in the world!  Well strap yourself in for one hell of a ride.  An adventure about SOCKS!!!

Like most people I wear socks.  They're kind of a necessity unless you have perfect smelling feet and don't mind them touch your shoes.  Throughout the years I've gone from long socks, to no show, to quarter socks, and preferably ankle socks.

You still with me?

When I was a kid I never wanted to wear black socks.  They represented being old to me.  My dad wore black socks.  My grandpa wore black socks.  I'm not going to wear black socks!!! 

They tried to give me black socks, but I refused.  I was young.  I wasn't boring.  I will not wear black socks!!!  This lasted for quite some time.  I actually made it all the way to the age of 26 having never worn black socks.

But then there was the dark day.  I got a job that required business casual clothing.  This meant I could no longer wear jeans and running shoes like I always did.  I needed slacks.  And worst yet, I needed black socks.

I was devastated.  All those years, my entire life, I had led the crusade against black socks.  The battles I had waged.  The wars I had one.  But there was no winning in the end.  I had lost.  The white socks had to be thrown in.

Since that fateful day, I've worn black socks more than I've worn white socks.  The white socks are still there.  A reminder that I was once young.  Once capable of saying that I would never wear black socks like my dad or grandpa.

It's been more than four years.  Four long and devastating years.  But I've started to find a way to fight back.  Am I going to wear white socks with black shoes and slacks?  No, I am not a monster! 

I'm going to start wearing colorful dress socks.  A rebel I shall become.  No more plain old black socks.  I will not go quietly into that good night!  I shall go on. With colorful, vibrant socks!

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