Finally, finally, finally I can say it's summer. After months of looking at gray skies, the sun is now shining and the skies are blue. Even though I'm a winter person, I'm glad it's finally summer. I can wear my shorts again and won't have to hide my superhero shirts under sweaters anymore, but most important: no more socks!

Socks and I have hated each others since my mom first put some teeny tiny socks on my teeny tiny feet when I was a baby. I hate the feeling of socks: they're like prison for your feet.
As soon as temperatures rise above 20 degrees, I stop wearing socks and walk around the house and garden on my bare feet. If my feet wouldn't get so freaking cold in the winter, I would never wear socks again. Why? you might ask. Well, I've got plenty of reasons.

#1 Two go in, on comes out
Haven't we all lost socks to the sock-devouring device we call a wash machine? For some reason I always lose those socks that I actually tolerate. So there I am, left behind with two single socks that I more or less liked, but which I'll never wear again: if I did someone would notice and compare me to Dobby for the rest of my life.


#2 Soggy socks
Sometimes when I'm running, I don't pay any attention to where I'm going. Most of the time that isn't a problem until I find myself in one of the puddles of water left there by last night's rainstorm.
Suddenly there's water splashing up against my legs and, even worse, seeping into my shoes. But what happens there is the absolute worst case scenario when I'm running: my socks get soggy. They get wet and sold and stick to my feet. That's way worse than having cold feet, because now there's something preventing my feet from getting dry and warm. Damn you, socks!

#3 Too big, too small
I have small hands, a small head, everything about me is small - except for my feet, which are regular-sized. Still there's a problem when I have to buy new socks. My feet are a European size 38 and for some reason all socks are sold in two sizes: 35-38 and 38-42. Great. Which one am I supposed to buy? The smaller size is always too small, but when I buy the bigger ones it's the same as wearing a tent as a dress.

"One size fits all" Yeah, right -_-"

#4 Twist and turn
I don't even know what to say about this. How can this happen every single time I wear socks?!


#5 Grass catchers
So my socks disappear, never fit and are the worst when they're soggy, but that's not all. When I go hiking with my parents when we're on vacation, they force me to wear socks that almost reach all the way up to my knee. No, I'm not going to complain about how warm my legs get. My point is that those socks seem to attract every twig, blade of grass and grass seed within a five mile radius. Those things don't just stick to my socks, they sting and itch and are a total pain in the leg for the entire hike!

Long story short: socks are the worst and should be banned. Who's with me? Freedom for our feet!

Stay Awesome!