Here’s a universal truth: no matter how organized you think you are, socks are rebels. I’m convinced that socks have secret lives, disappearing into some parallel universe where they laugh at us and live in pairs forever. I mean, how is it that I can buy a dozen pairs, and within two weeks, I’m left with eleven solos, staring at me like confused ghosts of laundry past?

This morning, I found one under the couch. Just one. The other? Who knows, probably on an epic adventure across the city with a gang of runaway socks.

And this got me thinking (as many things do): is life just a series of misplaced socks? Aren’t we all trying to pair things up, make sense of the randomness, hoping we don’t lose too much along the way? Some socks just aren’t meant to stay together—maybe they have greater destinies beyond our laundry baskets.

Still, it’s always a little frustrating. But it’s also a reminder to let go. Sometimes, it’s okay if things don’t match perfectly, whether in life, work, or sock drawers. Besides, mismatched socks can be a quirky statement—just like life’s little messes.

So here’s to all the lone socks out there—and the occasional missing moments that might just lead us somewhere unexpected.