remembering the lost sock
While Facebook is most often used to share gripping details of everyday life like “my dog just farted” with 2,000 of your closest friends, on rare occasions Facebook delivers truly earth shattering information like the fact that May 9th is National Lost Sock Memorial Day.
As someone who has an entire laundry basket filled with single socks, this is a holiday I can celebrate with zeal. People may think I’m a pessimist, but the fact that I still believe, somewhere in my home, over 30 lost socks wait to be reunited with their mates is proof that I am a devout optimist at heart.
Not surprisingly, no one can track the origins of this splendidly obscure observance of socks long gone, but not forgotten. The fact the origin of this day for reflection on the plight of the single sock is shrouded in mystery makes it even more appealing. It is yet another layer to this deep mystery of life, loss – and laundry.
Where do the socks go? Why did they go? Will they return?
Where the hell did the holiday come from?
If you want to delve deeper into the mysteries of the lost sock, there’s a great lens on Squidoo.