You're on the ground, surrounded by the remnants of last week's laundry. Socks are everywhere. Some are bunched up in the dryer, their elastic waistbands taunting you like the cruel whispers of a scorned partner.
You've tried every method: separating, folding, matching, even that one time you tried to just throw them all back in the washer like a mad scientist. But still, the Sock Monster persists.
It's a never-ending cycle of loss and despair. Will you ever find your favorite striped socks, the ones with the hole in the toe? Or will they forever be trapped in the void, a victim of the dryer's merciless whims?