I've always hated socks and anything that will entrap my feet . . . . except in the winter time. I've always been a free spirit. I can't stand feeling my toes being squished together . . . . . it's just . . . ugh. However I've grown fond of these feet-encassing objects human beings have created for the purpose of keeping our little piggies warm. It's nice to come home and throw our hard shoes away and replace them with fuzzy, warm slippers or socks. Is this a random thing to be happy about?
Yes.
But I just needed to write right now. And my warm slippers are on right now, warding off the cold in my house because my father refuses to pump up the temperature.
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