Introducing The Lonely Sock

Welcome Bloggers to my first blog entry, here at The Lonely Sock. My name is Lilly Briar and I’m an aspiring writer with several roadblocks in my life, the least of which is an acute case of writer’s block. I suppose the more major roadblocks would include Fibromyalgia, Clinical Depression, Irritable Bowel Syndrome, and an older sister who I believe is an undiagnosed narcissist.

You might be wondering to yourself, “Why is this blog called The Lonely Sock?”

I don’t know.

I’d like to give you a good answer for that. It’s not because I often look like one when I am writing – wrapped in my long, red, fluffy housecoat which I usually wear when I’m not feeling good. No, I picked it mostly because I was going for a title that revealed something about my personality, but also revealed how I might be different than the next girl my age. And what’s something that soooo many girls have in common? Apparently they love shoes. I constantly hear women say that they have a “shoe fetish” and I read a bizarre fact that the average woman my age or older can have about 25-40 pairs of shoes. Well, not me! In fact, I detest shoe-shopping in every way and always have. I have a sock fetish, and by that I don’t mean some crazy sexual habit involving socks, just an average, everyday addiction to socks and not the boring white ones that come in packages!

(If you find this strange and are an owner of 25-40 pairs of shoes, I recommend buying some comfortable and colourful socks – you never know, they could give you the joy that the shoes give you, and since they are much less expensive, you could experience the joy of new foot-adornments on a more regular basis. Just a thought.)

Anyways, back to my blog title. Being a lover of non-white socks I often have my laundry returned to me with several of my socks lying solo without their mates, and since none of them are the same colour, it’s not like I can get away with introducing the newly-single socks to each other and trying to make them a new couple. Even if sparks flew, miscegenation of socks is something people seem to look down upon - not that I’m against it; I attempted inter-racial sock pairing in high school.

My point is, many of my socks end up lying somewhere feeling useless and like half of them is missing even though they are unique, creative, and should be out in the world doing what they were meant to do ... going places! I guess that’s why I call this blog The Lonely Sock, because that’s how I feel right now at this point in my life – like one of my lonely socks.

Man, something tells me I am totally going to regret this stupid sock analogy after I post this. Oh well. Maybe it will work. It’s not like anybody will be reading this anyway, right?