It's a cruel, cruel world out there, and no one knows that better than I do. I was once a proud and stalwart member of the Ankle Mid-Sock Community, but now I'm left with nothing but a lone, tattered, and torn mid-sock. How did it come to this?
Perhaps it was the great Sock-O-Matic 3000, a machine that promised to match your socks perfectly, but ended up devouring my entire collection, leaving me with only this one, forlorn mid-sock.
I'm not alone, of course. There are others like me out there, fellow travelers on the Sock-Spectrum, searching for answers, searching for solace, searching for a decent pair of matching socks.
But for now, I remain, lost and forlorn, a sole (get it?) in a world of mismatched footwear.