Socks: An Overview on One of Life's Simple Pleasures

Anyone who knows me somewhat well knows that I have a more than slightly unhealthy obsession with socks. Don't ask me why, I just do. No, not those plain white "can't even see them when you put your shoes on" socks. I mean SOCKS. The long things that stretch up to your knees and have all sorts of different patterns, colors, and designs. Granted, I do have two pairs of little socks, but that's only because they were intended for children below the age of 8. Don't judge me. They were one dollar at Target. One pair has colorful polka dots and the other are my prized batman socks. Come on now, how was I supposed to pass THAT up? I'll admit, the batman socks are kind of stretched out and hole-y (ha) now and I can only find one of them (I'm going through serious withdrawal at the moment), but that doesn't change the absolute joy I get from wearing them.

Best fashion decision I ever made

Every time I slip batman on my feet, I KNOW it's going to be a good day. Are bad days even possible when you have one of the coolest super heros EVER on your feet? I seriously doubt it. In fact, last year I participated in my chorus's fashion show (it's a fundraiser thingy), as a model. I'm going to be honest, I have a mini panic attack whenever I have to go on stage. This situation was no different, so what did I do? Took off the heels and wore my socks until the very last minute. Crisis averted. I have to say, Batman looks fantastic with a sparkling purple dress.
Despite my absolute love for Batman socks, knee high socks are where it's at. During the summer I'd be walking around my house in long Tshirts and knee highs, and let me tell you, I found it perfectly comfortable despite the occasional falling down the stairs. Let's be honest, I'm probably the least graceful person you will ever meet, but that's not going to stop me from sliding down hardwood floors in my neon tiger stripes.
I realize this is probably the most unorganized blog ever. I jump from thought to thought, and nothing really goes anywhere, but I need to take a moment to talk about my neon tiger striped socks. These were my first ever knee high socks, and I'm absolutely in love with them. I remember being at Delia*s looking for some small socks with fun designs. Then...just above a pair I thought couldn't be beaten....BAM. Knee high neon tiger stripes. I bought them without any question, and that was the beginning of my love/need/obsession with knee highs.

I realize a good portion of you will just roll your eyes, considering this no more than a ramble about a simple piece of clothing. Yes, I used this to talk about my love of socks, but that's not all I'm trying to get at. Happiness can come from the simplest, most unexpected places. Whether it be a piece of cloth you use to decorate/warm your feet, a smile from another person, or just the words of a complete stranger.
I think a lot of people overlook the small things without realizing just how much impact they can really have. It's because of this that people don't always realize that for every one reason we have to be sad, we have two more reasons to be happy. All the time, I listen to peers talk about how much life and humanity sucks. I believe that if they just stopped for a second, and counted the small things as well, they'd realize that the world is actually quite a lovely place.
It's all about perception and what you decide to put emphasis on. You can dwell on the fact that you didn't get your way in a certain situation, or you can focus on the fact that there will be other and better chances in the near future.

Abraham Lincoln once said "Do not despair that roses have thorns, but rejoice that thorns have roses" and I couldn't agree more, Sir.