Sock Sorrow

I don't believe this. It turns out that the saga of my long suffering shirt has a sudden and poignant twist: my socks have remained unchanged since yesterday. And to think that all this time while I was duped into feeling so much sympathy for my shirt's problems, my socks are the real victims here! My socks' tales of trauma are way more moving than those of some mere shirt. What those socks have endured. Dear God. Get over it, shirt. We all have problems.