socks.

I believe socks are the loneliest.... uh.. objects ever. Think about it! They're probably so hurt and confused.

Socks know they have a sole mate. And they spend that entire packing period together, being shipped everywhere all close in the store.

But something tears them apart. Humans.

Humans are like, I'm just going to abuse these socks and put them on a smelly place on my body because SCREW YOU SOCKS!! And this sole mate pair will stick with each other during the first day of smelly, sweaty, nasty foot torcher. How their day ends depends on the human, so many scenarios! They could keep them on all night and then throw them away from each other across the room. Put them in the hamper as with each day their other sock friends pile up on them!

The washer... A socks living nightmare. A place where they're tossed around carelessly in a metal vat of hot and cold soapy water. The dryer is hell. A hot hole where it feels like the life is getting sucked out of them until they're dry.

As weeks, or maybe months pass the sole mates lose each other down the road. They will be paired up with a strange sock or worse... lost in the dryer forever.

And maybe, just maybe they will spend a day with each other again. Sadly, one sock might have a hole in it, it's been worn out more then the other. Threads are falling apart, they look gray and sad.

Socks live a horrible life.