The realization I came to might be the root of all problems.
I don’t own a single pair of wearable, matching socks. I may not even own a single pair of wearable, non-matching socks.
What kind of adult am I?
Sometimes I get tired of trying to find matches for my socks that I throw them out and start all over.
I am well-known among my friends and family — and in a place that allows such silliness in the dress code, like my current position, my kids — for almost never matching my socks, period. You get more colors on that way.
But it’s good to keep a few pairs of “professional” socks stuffed in the back of the drawer for when they’re necessary.