Socks. I bought some once. To make them stand out from the hundreds or corporate black socks that already littered the house I got some with colour co-ordinated toes and heels. Very clever I thought, but I didn't realise just how much this sock thing would bubble up a mini OCD which I had to counter with a counter OCD.
You see, the socks I got had the days of the week on them and I had this nagging feeling that wearing, for example, Tuesday socks on any other day but a Tuesday would bring about the total destruction of the world. It got so bad I started worrying that if the Tuesday socks were not in the sock drawer on Tuesday I would be stuck with a dilemma, either hunt them down in the laundry basket and wear them dirty (not an option) or bring about Armageddon (also not an option).
So I did the only thing a bloke could do, I bought more socks and saved the world. By this stage I had so many of the things it would take me half an hour to find the Tuesday pair on a Tuesday. But then I noticed some were pretty darn bobbled in a worn too much kind of bobbly way, this obviously meant that some of the Tuesday socks were being used more than others as I now had six Tuesday socks, three right foot, three left foot, and so on with the rest of the week. This took the sock choosing time up to an unacceptable level and the mini OCD had to be exterminated with extreme prejudice.
So not to do things by halves I decided to go polar opposites, no more pairing of socks just shove them in the drawer and pull out two at random. The World didn't end and I have a more relaxed Karma like experience to footwear.
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