About Socktholomew

So who exactly am I? Well, that is a question you may need to rephrase. WHAT am I? I am a sock, once proud to be such. I am a tube sock, once loved by the kid who would wear me, wash me, and keep me safe in his sock drawer. Now I live in a corner, and I have for a few years. Never before have I experienced such filth. But here in this corner, I am terrorized by Chair and Shirt, who hangs on the door when he is to be worn soon. He must be the new favorite, for he hangs there frequently. They mock me, taunt me, torment me, and all I can do is lay here and take it.

My name is Socktholomew, though back when I had plenty of good buddies, I was simply known as Socky. After years of a woeful life, I have found a way to let it be known to other socks in the world that everything is not as bad as it seems for them. A lot of them have it easy, and they should cherish what they have. Cherish the moments with people you care about and enjoy every moment of every adventure, for it may not last as long as you think. Though my anger and depression may be off-putting, at least my story will be heard. With this, I may also be able to vent frustrations so that as I grow old and weary, my sock heart will not be so dark and tattered; so that I may find hope or joy in a life I now wish I did not have.

However, a background, I think, would be necessary. I grew up on a small farm in Iowa, or at least that's what it smelled like. After visiting with a bunch of other clothing, I felt pretty content with where I made my new home. My kid, Izzy- well, he was a wild child. He was always runnin' around, gettin' dirty, but he was always happy. I was lucky enough to enjoy such fine adventures with him. I even met a fine lass by the name of Sockina. She and I would often be worn together. Let me tell ya, she was a joy. Our conversations were diverse and full of insight; I never grew tiresome of her. She didn't talk much about where she came from, but that didn't matter. She told me stories and plans about where she was going, and all those things made me see that there are mightier things in the world. However, one day after a tiresome trip to California, I was discussing recipes for desserts that I had once tasted, when all of a sudden, Izzy rips me off his foot and throws me into a corner. I couldn't tell where Sockina was thrown, if she was thrown at all. At first, I was deeply saddened by not being able to finish talking with her. I figured I'd just save the rest for tomorrow or the next day, which is usually how long I had to wait to be worn. However, Izzy never came. There I was, dirty from the craziness of that kid, and he threw me into the corner. He threw his unwanted, forgotten filth into the corner. He never came back. I never saw Sockina again. I spiraled into a depression which was egged on by Chair and Shirt, that evil duo.

Thank you, reader, for being such a good listener. I hope you learn from my tragic life and lead one that is grand. I hope for peace and happiness for all, except Chair and Shirt.

-Socky