It always cracks me up to see videos on Facebook that say, "Girl Opens Box and What Happens Next Will BLOW YOUR MIND!!!" because generally, after the girl opens the box, my mind is still in one piece. So while I want to use the title of this article somewhat ironically, it’s also kind of true. Hang with me.
So, I went to the store the other day to buy some socks. (Side bar: this is the most adult-y thing I have done since becoming an adult. I haven’t decided if I feel grown or just depressed.) Anyway, when I took them home and opened them up, No Nonsense -- printed in a serious gray -- stared back up at me.
What an odd slogan to put on socks.
Are these socks no nonsense about providing the best comfort and warmth and whatever other sock-ly duties they perform?
Are they serious socks that stand against jokes like, “I love feet so much… they’re truly legends?"
I noticed the lack of punctuation. Is this a question of whether or not I am about nonsense? Is this a demand that there be absolutely no nonsense whatsoever? An exclamation for the abolition of nonsense?
… Or are these socks trying to tell me to get my life together?
Maybe these socks knew that I was trying to finish all six seasons of "Parks and Recreation" in one sitting instead of writing my history paper. Or that my pile of dishes needing to be washed was slowly growing into a sentient monster of mess at the end of my desk. Or that I hadn’t touched a vegetable in a solid week.
Yes, these socks were speaking to me. And they simply said: “No Nonsense.”
College has been kicking my butt lately. I’m a freshman in the Honors College at WKU, so the intensity of some of my classes is kicked up a notch. However, for some reason, regular Spanish 102 is quite possibly the most difficult class of my life. It just doesn’t click with me. No me gusta. At all.
I digress.
I don’t know what magic was allowing these socks to call me out, but they were right. I haven’t been studying like I should. I have the terrible habit of pulling up my Word document… and then pulling up Netflix next to it… and then accidently clicking the full screen icon at the bottom of Netflix. Weird how that happens. I also have been scrolling through Insta more than through my notes. These socks knew I was all up in some nonsense, and for the sake of the rest of the semester, were trying to tell me "no."
After coming to grips with the fact that I was getting my life advice from a pair of socks, I buckled down and listened to them. It’s past midterm week, and I needed to pull it together. I cleaned up my dorm room and started on my homework, glancing down at my socks when I felt like quitting.
Sometimes life just happens to you, and it takes a pair of socks to help you regain perspective.
And that’s how a pair of socks basically saved my life… and my GPA.
