Every Sunday evening when I put my laundry away, I always feel bad for my one dark pink sock who seems to be missing her sock solemate (haha get it? SOLEmate?) All the other socks get rolled together, so everybody can tell that they were meant to be...but my poor lonely dark pink sock is all alone in the sock drawer. It's not her fault; she's quite a beautiful sock, and I'm not just saying that to make her feel better. But for some reason, she's still by herself.
I don't want to end up like that dark pink sock; alone in a drawer full of sock solemates.
Side note: don't you wish people were like socks, and you could tell who your solemate was based on who looked exactly like you? I mean, it would take all of the drama and ambiguity out of dating if you just knew who you were supposed to end up with.
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