Experiments in Life

The world was full of light and wonderful things. The sun was shining and the birds were singing. I was pleasantly surrounded by life. Suddenly, I was plunged against my will into darkness. No longer could I see or hear the noises associated with everyday living. I was trapped. The temperature began to rise and the panic began to set in. I was alone and the silence only reminded me of that fact. There was no one to help me, no one even knew I was there. I was held between two worlds, one full of light and one of only darkness. Fear and panic began to take over. Suddenly, a dim sliver of light pierced the darkness. It guided me in my time of desperate need. I went towards the light, clinging to the hope that I would be free once more. Finally, I was thrust back into the light. Relief washed over me. I was back where I belonged, in a world full of light and life. Never have I been so thankful.

Yep, that’s right. I got stuck in the elevator at work during a power outage. Nothing like a little time in a large, heavy, suspended-between-two-floors metal death trap to give you a new perspective on things

Socks are great! In fact, they are better than great….they are fabulous!! Today, I am wearing socks #30 and #5…and no, they don’t match (BTW, the socks were prenumbered. I did NOT number my crazy socks!!) Today the socks I’m wearing have big blue stars on one and light blue little stars on the other. For those of you who were not at movie night last night, I received two sets of the mismatching socks that are the craze these days. So, I now have 14 new socks and no two socks are the same. They are absolutely wonderful These socks rank up in the “Best Gifts I’ve Gotten this Year” category. But the story I got with these socks is priceless as well.

So, I was checking out the socks and the cashier held them up and smiled. Then she asked, “And how old is the person you are getting these for?” At this point, I’m sure a deliciously wicked smile slowly spread across Amy’s face as she replied, “Oh, she’s in her mid-twenties!” I can only imagine what the cashier’s face looked like!

Isn’t that just great? In case you didn’t notice, I have a sock fetish. I’m not really sure why. Maybe it’s because of the pressures to conform to the expectations and rigid dress code set down by society for working women that drives me to act out in any way I can, with socks being an acceptable medium. Maybe it’s because I got tired of wearing boring old white socks. Maybe it’s because I simply like the feeling of soft, comfy material between my toes (toe socks of course!). Or maybe it’s simply that I’m a crazy woman and my socks are the door to my strange personality.

For as long as I can remember, I have been rebelling against what people have told me I had to wear. I’m sure my mother would wholeheartedly agree that this was indeed the case in my childhood. Over the years, as I have grown up and become a mature adult**lol**, I have managed to tone down the wardrobe a bit. This coming from the child who has been picking out her wardrobe since Kindergarten. Apparently, there were many days that I simply chose to stay in my pajamas or wear completely mismatched outfits to school. I guess that was just not a battle my mom was willing to fight….maybe that’s because she knew she would lose. However, there must have been days that she put her foot down because the wardrobe did get toned down….otherwise I’d probably still look like Punky Brewster with her crazy hair-dos and bandannas.

Yes, in my infinite wisdom, I have come to the conclusion that crazy socks are okay….and if I can, I will try my best to influence those around me and bring out the sock fetish they never knew they had. After all, there are worse addictions than crazy socks!

Thanks for the socks Amy!!!!