OH, the little mysteries in life... The muddy, meandering, marvelous little mysteries!
I am talking about the invisible miniature laundry helpers who steal our socks in between loads. DUH. Those little rascals have a thing for my favorite pairs of compression adidas socks. The ones that I get in white with a dash of color. The ones that I now must forever wear MISMATCHED because those little devil crime-doers exist just to annoy the crap out of me. Me and everyone else who ever uses a laundry machine.
I remember back when I didn't believe those little nasties existed. I actually blamed myself for the sock mystery! Can you believe it!? 'Oh no, I must have forgotten that one sock in that one bag when I went to that one place. It's my fault. Must be. ALL my fault.' I was delusional. Of course they exist. How else would you explain the sock mystery?!?
'Some mysteries aren't meant to be solved.' An old woman's voice rings in my ears. My voice perhaps, years from now, when I am wrinkly with saggy boobs and terrible hearing. When I no longer solve the mysteries of the world. When I no longer believe in the miniature laundry helpers and their affinity to adidas compression socks. I hope I never become her. I hope I always believe in the miniature laundry helpers. I hope I always thrive to uncover the marvelous little mysteries of the world.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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