Yet another one went missing. I just saw it last week. Today, it has decided to vanish only when I need it the most. Agitated, as I am scouring through the cabinet to confirm its disappearance, its partner is sitting there looking at me in wonder. My extreme anguish of losing it is but seen only as a sign of foolishness.
'Oh just pair me up with another one! Who's going to know?' its partner quipped, or something like that. How easy it is for it to detach itself from its companion of long time? No remorse, no sense of loss, no sorrow. A simple switch. That's it?
Heartless piece of cloth. Indeed. It definitely is a heartless piece of cloth. Or is it?
So began the thought process. Do I have enough socks in life? Maybe. Well, I do give a lot of thought to them before bringing them in my life. I make sure to have the right ones to cover all kind of scenarios, just in case, if some of them disappear. Probably the only thing I can say with confidence, is that I purchase socks in large quantities. The driving force behind the abundance is the deep rooted fear of abandon.
Thinking about the ones who are gone. Lost in oblivion, a place from where they shall never return. Possibly, they took off because I did not cultivate a good relationship with them. They felt ignored and those nice souls, they could not even confront me to express how they felt. They thought better. Perhaps they read somewhere on social media "if you ever feel that you are no longer important to someone... then leave their life silently" and acted on it.
Once upon a time, I took good care of them. My life used to revolve around them when they revolved in the dryer. As soon as they emerged from that dreaded machine, I made sure to pair them up with their right partners while they were hot. Once in pairs, I took them to their dedicated cabinet and placed them in a way that each pair gets its own privacy & space. They enjoyed my hospitality, warmth, and felt at home. But that was past.
These days, I believe they do not feel enough love from me. I have become too self consumed to make them feel cherished and slowly, they have started leaving. If I may, from their perception, I am the most selfishly nonchalant person. But in my defense, I believed our relationship was stronger than that. Unfortunately, they didn't.
Moving forward, I will have to make sure not to over promise something that I can't follow through. If they won't expect, they won't be disappointed. If they won't be disappointed, they won't flee away by abandoning their partners.
As for the partners, who, once upon a time, stuck around waiting for their bygone spouses, were in fact the most heartbroken. Over time, they learned to prioritise their own happiness over the sorrow of the loss of their companions. They cultivated detachment and found love in other abandoned socks.
After all, not just a heartless piece of cloth.
'Alright! Alright! I'll pair you up with a fine sock.' I said.
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