Sometimes I wonder which nit picked the path for where my life is. Was it me being 'stupid' honest? Was it one too many bills not paid? Was it being afraid?.. Or was it..
the true culprit...
Mismatched socks.
We all know the story of doing laundry. All the dirty clothes, pairs of socks included make it into the hamper, into the washing machine, even into the dryer. The great mystery.. is what happens to the socks when it's time to fold them?
If you're like me you have a basket full of missing socks, waiting for their mate to be found. As the pile gets larger, the motivation to sort through them and couple the socks wanes.
Relationships are like that. Stuff can get dirty and nasty, but it comes out in the wash. But it's those darn socks that get lost and not dealt with that lead to marital discord. All those socks of various sizes, colors and styles heaping up, never being dealt with, always viewed with annoyance wears you down over time. Something is always missing, lost. It's easier to pass it over, let it accumulate instead of doing the hard work of either making sure the socks go into the laundry pinned together or they're instantly sorted and restored to their coupledom.
From now on, keeping an eye on my sock situation will be barometer on my relationship stability. Well, wait.. let me sort through that one basket o' socks.. THEN I'll start!
