definitely not an essay on Reality Therapy
background info on me: I absolutely love socks. The kinds with designs or crazy colours or words. If you want to get me a present I'll love, get me socks. At last counting, I had over forty different pairs (and that has certainly increased). But having so many different pairs meant that matching them took forever. So about four years ago I decided to stop; now I just have a big pile of socks that I reach into every morning and pull two out of. But the result is my socks never match. Well actually, they sometimes match- either by chance or the very first time I wear them (I always wear them as a pair the first time, it's a superstition thing). But basically, anyone who knows me knows my socks don't match.
On friday I decided to break out a pair of the socks I bought in Dublin to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. The socks are green with shamrocks all over them; I wasn't planning on doing anything else to celebrate, but I thought this would be fitting enough. It was the first time I had worn them too, so of course they matched.
Well, I was watching the little boys that afternoon. Rory, the oldest who's five, opened the door for me when I got there. I made a little chit chat with him as I took off my coat and put my bag down. Then I took my shoes off, and Rory smiled brightly at me and said:
"Your socks match. Good for you."
Then he walked away.
Yep, this whole time he's been thinking I'm not capable of matching my socks. But Friday I managed, and he wanted to let me know how great it was that I finally reached that milestone.
On friday I decided to break out a pair of the socks I bought in Dublin to celebrate St. Patrick's Day. The socks are green with shamrocks all over them; I wasn't planning on doing anything else to celebrate, but I thought this would be fitting enough. It was the first time I had worn them too, so of course they matched.
Well, I was watching the little boys that afternoon. Rory, the oldest who's five, opened the door for me when I got there. I made a little chit chat with him as I took off my coat and put my bag down. Then I took my shoes off, and Rory smiled brightly at me and said:
"Your socks match. Good for you."
Then he walked away.
Yep, this whole time he's been thinking I'm not capable of matching my socks. But Friday I managed, and he wanted to let me know how great it was that I finally reached that milestone.