I received my socks today and opened them up. They're colorful! There is 4 pairs! Wait... no... there's only 4 socks... ok, strange that the package would say "4 socks"... I look further, "mismatched socks".

...

Ok. Ok. I can handle this. Maybe they're comfy. Maybe they're at least color coordinated.

AAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH.

As an OCD person, yet, a lover of socks, I'm now torn. This is like the Sophie's Choice of socks. Do I wear the stars with the polka dots? The thick stripes with the thin stripes? Which ones do I fold up together to go neatly into my ultra organized sock drawer? How will I ever know what sock goes with which sock?

You've doomed me.

I put on one sock. Ok. This isn't so bad. Its comfy. SO COMFY. Ok. Maybe I'll just not look down while I'm wearing them. BUT I'LL KNOW. I'LL ALWAYS KNOW. THEY'RE DIFFERENT. deep breath Here we go. puts on second sock.

Hm. That's... not bad. They're remarkably comfortable... and... urge to clean things and wash hands... subsiding... am I ok? Am I okay with mismatched socks? What is this wizardry? Are these like thunder shirts for dogs? Do they have a calming effect on obsessive compulsive lunatics?

I... I will let you know as we go along, but, I think this is the first step to a better me. So, thank you... strange person you may be, thank you.