Friday, February 20, 2015

Sockin it to em.

I live in an area that could be considered country.  Who are we shitting, it is country.  I mean when deer are eating out of your backyard and the local post office is no bigger than a bedroom, that's country.  I don't have a problem with it, honestly the peace and quiet is great.  Kids can play without be hit by cars.  Neighbors are acres away.  It's nice.  Country living is nice.  There is an area called the Cowboy Capital of the World, really I'm serious.  Look it up.  Google it Bitch.  Don't try me.

I have a few loves in my life.  T, the 4 C's, our pets, my custom Nanos, MYSELF and MYSELF can go anywhere except in front of the C's or T.  Now when I say "Love Myself" it's not in that way. Gutterminds.

Oh,. I also love SOCKS.  I have loved socks for years now.  I can recall a conversation with Todd (ClubbyDubby-CrossFit badass) who is like family, years ago.  NO WHITE SOCKS.  Trash them all.  Only black.  With that it was "Kids, I have some socks to pass down."  I have all kinds, colors and lengths.

Those are just a few of my socks.  I have many many more.  I buy socks.  I even look in the ladies department for knee socks.  Why should the women get all the cool shit?  So in a larger city near where we live no one really says shit or stares at my crazy socks and so called weird attire.  Get closer to where we are living and people look like I just walked off a ship.  A SPACESHIP.  I don't mind.  Farmers and old people.  They are used to black and white tv still.  

This is where it gets interesting.  That place I told you about "Cowboy Capital of the World", yeah the place where they ride horses to the store.  Oh shiznizzles boy they give the look like......

"You ain't from round here boy!
Are You?"

Socks speak volumes about a personality.  In my opinion.  Conversation starters.  Now with my man Todd, he wears black socks I beleive but no would look at his massive muscle assed self if he had crazy shit on.  They see me walk into a post office up the street and the small town folk are like

"Lock the doors and windows, here comes that
boy in those colorful stockings" 

What I'm saying is that in my judgmental, opinionated, straight- foward, open-minded nitwitted half brained self is that no one should ever worry about what anyone thinks.  Socks, other clothing, parenting skills, medical choices, workout styles etc.....

Sock the Fuck up and enjoy life.  Enjoy the day you had yesterday.  Enjoy it for today.  Enjoy what tomorrow may bring.  Who the Sock cares what the hell you do? 



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