match my two socks to each other.
I simply don't understand the need to wear matching undergarments. Most people don't even see them, and so what if they do, anyways.
They're my socks. I like both of them, and didn't want to limit myself, so there you are. They're my feet, my toe-sies, my socks. If I want to wear one blue sock with snowflakes and one halloween sock in the middle of July, I will.
(now, I don't get all crazy and wear different styles... that would weird my feet out. I can't handle socks fitting my feet differently all day long)
But colors? Designs? Heck yes! Mix and match. Why limit myself on that most basic of decisions?
It bodes ill for limiting myself elsewhere.
FREEDOM!!!!
Aug 28, 2013
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