You know, socks are not necessary. I've worn socks on... fewer than twenty days, probably, in the last nine or so years. Yes, you can wear your shoes right on your feet. Any style. Tennis shoes, sandals, heels, clogs, boots, crocs, whatever you wear. I've worn all of those sockless. (Some of those styles of shoes I hate, though.) Dress codes and ice skates are the only reason to wear socks.
No, I don't get blisters. No, I've never been ostracized for it.
So to those of you dreading another day of socks, I say... be free. Burn them if you want. Slice them open and sew them into a blanket or a shirt. Use them for rags, wash cloths, stuffed animals. Crush them to make them learn what it feels like.
No one, no single person, has ever given me a single valid reason to wear socks just to go about my day. In fact, few people have ever noticed. The only time it's been remarked upon is when I've had occasion to put on and take off my shoes in front of people repeatedly. Oh, and in fifth grade, when I kicked off my shoes in class, but it wasn't precisely the lack of socks that bothered them...
In fact, I go barefoot in the house. Even in winter. Even though I pace constantly. I usually go barefoot in the backyard, too, and sometimes in other places.
So to you who never dared dream of it, I say, yes. Be free of the tyranny of footwear! Shed shoes and socks! Live!
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I'm using a non-verbal right now. I wish you could see it. --dyingofpoetry
NOT A DOCTOR