I recently became a man. It was a couple months ago, when it was colder than frozen balloon knots.
It wasn’t when I grew a full beard. It wasn’t when Hank, my mercurial yet lovely Welsh Terrier turned two.
Or even when I asked Kathryn to marry me.
It was when I discovered wool socks. Handknit wool socks turned me into the man I am today. 100%. It was like discovering a sleeping bag for my feet—tight and oh-so-fucking-warm. Over the Christmas holiday, my dad had gotten more wool socks than I did from my grandma. It wasn’t a pretty sight. (He became a man long before I did. He discovered the greatness of wool socks before I was born. He’s a man.)
Wool socks are better than playing Mario Kart for the first time—that good.
And now I had finally done it. I have become a man.
Life is better. I’m lighter on my feet. I smile, obnoxiously so now. Discovering the deep beauty of wool socks unleashed a sense of oneself I had never known before. I’m telling you, life is renewed. This is better than playing Mario Kart for the first time—that good.
Wool socks. The fucking best.
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Than Mario Kart for the first time?!? I cannot imagine…but thank you for the entertaining post. I did smile–obnoxiously so:D
How can you not wear wool socks this winter? Great post 🙂
i love that you used the word mercurial. considering i’m an astrologer ruled by the planet, i empathize with this term and therefore automatically love your dog. and i also LOVE wool socks! look for the brand “smart wool” if you aren’t familiar. super thin but super warm and great for hiking or skiing! 😉
naw mang, it was the beard. But I’ll try the socks.
Haha, yes, try the socks. Please report back.
You are just the best. I love this.