I really dislike socks. When I was a little girl I hated them. I've downgraded my vengeance for them a bit since then, but I still would much rather go barefoot or wear sandals than entrap my feet in a swath of tight-fitting fabric.
As a child, I would throw a fit any time my mom tried to enslave my feet in cotton. Which posed a problem since I went to a Catholic school, and part of the uniform included the wearing of socks. It happened more than once that we would arrive at school, and my mom would discover only then that I had removed my socks and was wearing just tennis shoes. This would inevitably lead to a trip to the principal's office, where they would hunt through the lost and found box for a pair of socks for me to wear. You would think that having to wear used, crusty, smelly, stained old gym socks that obviously belonged to a boy five grades ahead of me would have dissuaded me from that trick, but it didn't. I hated socks that much.
At one point I discovered that they didn't bother me as much if I wore them inside out. My mom, just glad that I wasn't screaming bloody murder every morning anymore, quite happily allowed me to do that. And really, who cares if a six-year-old has her socks on inside out? I'll tell you who. My grandma. I had spent the night there for some reason (my mom was probably off birthing one of my three siblings, but I don't remember) and the task of making sure I was ready for school fell to my grandma. When I went to put on my socks, she refused to let me wear them inside out. I don't remember the details, but I know I wasn't happy and expressed myself both vocally and physically. I vaguely remember my aunt saving the day by saying "Oh, for heaven's sake, Mom, just let the brat wear them inside out." (I don't think she called me a brat out loud, but no doubt that's what she was thinking.) So my grandma relented, but surely was horrified and embarrassed that a granddaughter of hers was going to be in public wearing inside-out socks.
I don't think she's forgiven me to this day.
As a child, I would throw a fit any time my mom tried to enslave my feet in cotton. Which posed a problem since I went to a Catholic school, and part of the uniform included the wearing of socks. It happened more than once that we would arrive at school, and my mom would discover only then that I had removed my socks and was wearing just tennis shoes. This would inevitably lead to a trip to the principal's office, where they would hunt through the lost and found box for a pair of socks for me to wear. You would think that having to wear used, crusty, smelly, stained old gym socks that obviously belonged to a boy five grades ahead of me would have dissuaded me from that trick, but it didn't. I hated socks that much.
At one point I discovered that they didn't bother me as much if I wore them inside out. My mom, just glad that I wasn't screaming bloody murder every morning anymore, quite happily allowed me to do that. And really, who cares if a six-year-old has her socks on inside out? I'll tell you who. My grandma. I had spent the night there for some reason (my mom was probably off birthing one of my three siblings, but I don't remember) and the task of making sure I was ready for school fell to my grandma. When I went to put on my socks, she refused to let me wear them inside out. I don't remember the details, but I know I wasn't happy and expressed myself both vocally and physically. I vaguely remember my aunt saving the day by saying "Oh, for heaven's sake, Mom, just let the brat wear them inside out." (I don't think she called me a brat out loud, but no doubt that's what she was thinking.) So my grandma relented, but surely was horrified and embarrassed that a granddaughter of hers was going to be in public wearing inside-out socks.
I don't think she's forgiven me to this day.
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i thought i was the only one that had a sock fetish!! only mine extends to any kind of shoe that i can't slip on and has open toes and open heel
Unfortunately I hate sock too. I don't remember hating them as a child, btu I think sometime around college (when I was forced to wear "closed-toed shoes" in all my labs it hit me. So of course I become a research chemist and have to wear them EVERY DAY. Oh, and it's not just socks, it's anything that encloses my feet. If I could live in bare feet and sandals I would - dang safety rules!!!!
When I was little I was obsessed with my socks. It would take me forever to get them to look "just right and cool"...Now I hate them too :)
I, too, hate socks and shoes. I prefer to be barefoot as much as I can. In fact, I'm sitting at my desk at work right now with my flip flops kicked off to the side somewhere. It's great.
I never understood people (like my mom) who even sleep with socks on. What the heck is that about? LOL.
My youngest daughter, we have to hide the flip flops when it starts snowing because I swear she'd never wear any other kind of shoe. And she literaly jumps out of them upon entering the house or anywhere else. Pure vertical, and the flip flops are spaced exactly like she was still standing in them.
"Put your shows on," and she jumps on them. Somehow her toes actually line up in flight and she lands in them walking to the car.
Sneakers and socks in the winter, it's a battle every time. She'd go barefoot in the snow if you let her (she's run out the front door, barefoot into the snow).
It's really just the most extreme example of a family-wide trait that often extends to clothing of any kind. I might have to blog about that.
When I was a kid, my problem was that I would only where socks that had a seam that came up over the toe. The idea of the seam running along the ends of my toes and (I thought) under my toenails creeped me out to no end. So whenever my mom took me shopping for socks we had to hunt through pair and pair looking for that elusive brand that featured over-the-toe seams.
If socks didn't keep my feet from being smelly, I'd never wear them. I don't like to ahve to put them on, mostly because they look lame hanging out over shoes, when I'm wearing shorts...but then anklet socks look too girly...ack...what to do!
All you people have no idea how gratifying it is to know that I am not the only one who hates wearing socks. Thank god. I can cross that off my "Things that make me a freak" list.
Man, I love socks. I love them a lot.
I hate sandals or flip-flops or anything of the sort.
I wish they still made those long tubes socks with the stripes towards the top (about the mid to upper calf area). Those are bomb.
I usually see some a Goodwill, but I have rule about buying used undergarments and that rule extends to socks.
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Reading this kind of reminds me of Dot from mad tv and her socks
my aunt used to call me a little shit, and she made no effort to hide it from me.
and when i was little, I refused to wear socks that had the toe line on the edge. it drove me crazy. my socks had to have the toe line across the top of my toes.
perhaps I was a little shit after all.
I like socks. They do a good job keeping my feet warm.
I'm wearing them inside out right now.
And yeah, Brad Pitt was yummy with a shaved head; he's young enough. ;)
Catholic School will do shit like that to your head. I don't think it's so much you as it is your early development under the establishment of Catholisism. I remember Those damn polyester pants back before the days of dockers and those fucking knee patches that were consistent with the make up of a diesel tire which mom would always insist on so they'd last more than 3 damn years... Shit on the polo shirt as well. I refuse to wear them to this day. What I'm foolishly blabbing about is that when your told to wear the same shit to school day in and day out you find ways to stand out... Whether to rebel from society or from your restricted comfort, everybody had some kind of obsessive compulsive distraction as a result of the Catholic Uniform. Thank God for the plaid mini skirt though, they are the only reason I made it through all 12 years with at least partial sanity. I think partial, maybe?
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Well there's one benefit to you hating socks: you don't do what most midwestern people do. Most wear sandals with socks! YUCK!
Just wondering, since you live in the midwest, and don't like socks. How are winters for you? Do you just not wear socks and then go to work? Smellly feet?!
the worst is when a girl where's socks to bed and won't take them off during sex.... horrible.
My childhood hatred of socks was a matter of degrees: hated socks; really hated knee socks; pitched a screaming shit fit if they tried to put tights on me. Now that my parents live too far away for one of them to sit on me while the other one crams my feet in, I only wear them in winter and to the gym.
The inside out thing might have some logic, though--a friend in college told me she had to wear socks inside out because the nubby inside part chafed her feet.
Hmmm, having to wear used, crusty, smelly, stained old gym socks that obviously belonged to a boy five grades ahead - I think you'll find they were "wank-socks"
Jordan, oh, god, I HATE tights and pantyhose. I absolutely cannot stand the feeling of them. Ghiyasuddin, I do wear socks. I just don't like to. In the winter I usually wear socks under a pair of knee-high boots.
I wish I could go barefoot like you. I'm just a tenderfoot. Besides, women look sooo sexy barefoot
Grandmas seem genetically hardwired for this kind of maintenance. Or do they all take a course at the Keep Grandchildren in Line School? One of mine was just as eagle-eyed and being proper-obsessed... I remember one time she looked after me when I was sick and her prime preoccupation was making sure that my hands remained outside the bedcovers and not, you know, where they weren't supposed to be (according to Grandmother Security Regulations #349A)... Anyway, this is funny stuff!... Coincidental/ synchronistically, you might want to take a look at my post from yesterday, "By the Mountain of Lost Socks": www.livingromcom.typepad.com
Dear Anonymous,
I'm not a big fan of socks myself...especially sleeping with them. Seems that alot of people have the same feeling. Come to think of it, maybe that's why we started making puppets out of them and using them as dusting rags. Hmmm...
I must say I feel pretty insignificant being comment #32. I'll try either way. I don't do well with sandals. I wear the little ankle socks all year around. Maybe that's weird...
Not sure I would say I hate them, but I definitely prefer to go without them; but them I generally feel so warm that I would happily go without most clothes, but that's probably TMI :-)
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