the power of human emotion

did some laundry today. when i was folding it and putting it away, i suddenly realized that every sock had a mate. it seemed like some sort of a sign that the tides were turning, that my life was going to be different from now on. when was the last time i had a load of laundry without any of those depressing single socks?

then i realized that one of the pairs of socks, a fairly non-descript black pair, was not truly a pair. at least not originally. but i had been wearing them as a pair for at least a year now, each of them having lost their previous partner.