That last line made me laugh. How obsessive we all are that simple foot coverings to absorb sweat, keep off dirt, and provide base comfort MUST match, even if they are never seen by another soul. Kinda reminds me of one of the methods of dealing with a vampire: steal one of their socks. Then they, being extremely obsessive/compulsive anally retentative, will spend eternity searching for that missing sock. Kinda makes me wonder what would've happened if someone stole all the matched sock pairs and left mismatched ones.