sockaphobia

It isn't the socks that I am frightened of. It is the state of their potential un-matched-ness that causes anxiety. My socks sit so sweetly in my dresser awaiting my tender tootsies to request their presence upon said tootsies.

What a pretty sight. All in a row.
And just anyone could potentially mess it all up...
but who would do such a thing?
No one I know, I am sure.