There is nothing more frustrating than losing a sock. Then you only have a single sock and what good is that? Socks are suppose to be in pairs. A left and a right that compliment each other. I lost a sock, and for the longest time I’ve had a singular sock lying in the bottom of my hamper. I throw all my dirty laundry on top of it and then clean my laundry and then put my clean clothes back in. All the while the lonely sock sits on the bottom. I fold all my clothes, and eventually I get down to that sock, and I just leave it there. I leave it there because there’s a hope in the back of my head maybe I’ll find it’s other half eventually. I’ve tried and tried to find its pair. I’ve looked in every place I could imagine. In the dryer, under my bed, in my closet, but my search was to no avail. I think that the sock if it could have feelings would surely feel distraught and lost even hopeless. I would want to tell it that it will be reunited with its pair eventually. Time just has to pass. To still be happy and enjoy all the clothes you meet along the way. To learn as much as you can, and do as much as you can.
One day as I was taking my laptop from my bookbag I saw something at the bottom of my bookbag. It was the other sock! I would have never thought to look there. Why would I? I still have no idea how it ended up there. I’m just happy I found it.
People like socks were meant to be together. A left and a right that compliment each other. We are all the socks at the bottom of the hamper. I am the sock at the bottom of the hamper. I’m stuck shifting through the dirty laundry of different people, and being around all the clean laundry too which would be all of my friends and their significant others. While life moves on I feel distraught and lost, and even hopeless. It’s just not my time. I still hold hope that eventually I’ll find the matching sock. I enjoy everyone I meet along the way, and take in as much as I can. Just as I did with my actual sock I’ll find my other half in the most random of spots and the most unexpected time. I’ll never know what is right around the corner. I can only dream. It might be a long shot but you need to hold on to dreams. If there were no dreams there wouldn’t be anything to get out of the bed in the morning for.
Shifting through all your dirty laundry think about all the memories you have there, and all the memories you could and are going to make. That shirt you wore that one night to a party where you met that one girl or guy. That stain on those shorts from falling in the mud after sneaking out. That white shirt that is tie dyed now because you got bored with friends. It could go on and on. One lonely sock at the bottom of the hamper deserves memories just like anything else.
