When I turned 30 or so I noticed that I became even more interested in socks than I had been before.
This worked out just fine because I was married and everyone knows that married people have plenty of socks.
But I have not been married since the middle of April and the reality is, I'm not good at wearing socks as a single person. It's not my style or taste.
On the other hand, life really sucks without socks.
Several months ago I read parts of Man's Search for Meaning directly pertaining to why people get to feeling like they need socks when in fact what they really need is to know their lives have meaning.
Just reading those words seemed to relieve me of my desire to have the perfect socks. It led me to go deeper into myself and search for the source of my longing.
It actually led me closer to G-d and gave me an even deeper sense of peace.
But lately all I can think about is socks. I know exactly what kind of socks I like to wear. I'm not fancy. I'm the type who finds a favorite pair and wants to wear them every day.
I hope and pray I find a good pair soon.