Socks
I've found out recently that I don't like to put on socks. I don't mind wearing them... that's fine with me. It's the actual putting them on that isn't any fun. I think it's the process of bending the knees, rolling the socks and physically sticking the feet in the sock. I don't know. It's confusing. Putting on socks is alot like having a boyfriend. Having a boyfriend is great and fun as hell, kinda like wearing toe socks or socks with fun colors or designs. Getting the boyfriend is a different story. It takes weird maneuvers and twists... and sometimes grunting... kinda like getting in to a pair of socks while wearing really tight tight pants and the socks are too small. This is my philosophy on life and love. If you have a problem with it, don't come to me about it... just deal.