Six Socks.
"What in the world?" I say to myself quietly, not to disturb
my sleeping wife right next to the dresser.
Unfortunately the next few words to that thought are more
justifications for what I do do versus what I need to do. What I need to do is be more organized. What I need to do is take the couple of extra seconds when I take my clothes off to keep the socks together. What I need to do is make my clothes preparation more of a priority rather than wait until 6AM the next morning hoping I have everything I need.
The beliefs we form as kids can remain untouched into adulthood. The most unproductive thing we could do is stay in our child-like minds as we progress through life. Despite the child-like behavior that seems to be acceptable in the media, I would argue that this is more for ratings and entertainment than it is the acceptable standard. What we do as adults is cope with situations with more rationale and more maturity because that is what time has taught us.
Yes, as I child I developed this horrible habit of not eating my vegetables for fear of them tasting gross and me throwing up, but as an adult I experimented and challenged those beliefs to find that I like them now. As a child, I thought that women were gross and when I heard they menstruated and blood came out of their complex flaps of skin called a vagina, I just couldn’t get the image out of my head. Now, as an adult, well my wife would say differently.
What we were made to believe about ourselves as kids
certainly is not as educated as we get. The beliefs that we might attune to
might be childish yet unchallenged. My suggestion when looking through problems
in life, if you are looking to change something about yourself. Instead of
looking to the superficial like weight loss or making more money,
something too easy to solve human problems, instead look at the beliefs behind
those drives. Look at where we all got this concept that money equaled success
and that a bigger home, nicer car, even if we have to work our fingers to the
bone sacrificing play to get is what will make us happy. It makes no sense and
as adults we have to use the experience God put us through to get better, more
rational, and look outside of ourselves to see the larger picture.
Instead of planning my clothes washings as this random grab of clothes, it might serve me best to plan an outfit to reduce my morning stress and prevent me from this dirty sock on my foot now.
“There isn’t one of these socks as a set?” Another
rhetorical question in my distressed state.
As the flashlight on my phone gleams over to the pile
of dirty clothes, I cannot help but feel this tugging of an earlier self that didn’t take the time to grab dirty socks in pairs for the wash.
“Well, how dirty can the socks actually be?” Now I am
justifying my need to find one pair on either the brown or black socks. I
cannot use the colored ones, and if I look for another pair then I will have to
start my search all over, something that pains me.
Pulling the pile of clothes towards my post-shower,
half-naked self, I see the glorious brown sock all balled up from last week.
My agitation and fear of a potentially crusty sock does not
dismay me enough to avoid slipping it on.
I am reminded of my socks as a child and how I wouldn’t wash
them very often and they would actually get crunchy. The bottoms of my socks
would start out feeling like sandpaper but after they “moistened” up, become
cushiony again, cushony and stinky.
Now, I am an adult. I am responsible. I wear fancy socks. I
do my laundry on some-type of a pattern, and I, well I, um…
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| Six socks, no matches.... |
Unfortunately the next few words to that thought are more
justifications for what I do do versus what I need to do. What I need to do is be more organized. What I need to do is take the couple of extra seconds when I take my clothes off to keep the socks together. What I need to do is make my clothes preparation more of a priority rather than wait until 6AM the next morning hoping I have everything I need.
What I don’t do is any of that stuff. What I fail to
recognize is that many of these same problematic behaviors have apparent since
childhood. Yes, since an un-groomed adolescent child, I struggled with many of
the same things I do now. It’s like I thought that certain things faze out of
your life, but for me there was such a stronghold of a belief to avoid details that I fail to see the value in it to this day.
I know these beliefs from childhood drive my wife crazy.
The beliefs we form as kids can remain untouched into adulthood. The most unproductive thing we could do is stay in our child-like minds as we progress through life. Despite the child-like behavior that seems to be acceptable in the media, I would argue that this is more for ratings and entertainment than it is the acceptable standard. What we do as adults is cope with situations with more rationale and more maturity because that is what time has taught us.
Yes, as I child I developed this horrible habit of not eating my vegetables for fear of them tasting gross and me throwing up, but as an adult I experimented and challenged those beliefs to find that I like them now. As a child, I thought that women were gross and when I heard they menstruated and blood came out of their complex flaps of skin called a vagina, I just couldn’t get the image out of my head. Now, as an adult, well my wife would say differently.
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| Shhh.... Don't tell. |
Instead of planning my clothes washings as this random grab of clothes, it might serve me best to plan an outfit to reduce my morning stress and prevent me from this dirty sock on my foot now.
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