My Damp Socks

It’s raining today at Cabrini. I woke up at 9:00 and walked to breakfast at 9:20 in the 60 degree air while the steady falling rain chilled me to the bone. I haven’t been warm since I woke up. On my way to breakfast I waded through a miniature river that got into my socks and wet the bottom of my jeans. Any time I shift my legs the cold, damp denim brushes against my ankles. I want to put on dry pants and curl up beneath my comforter but that won’t be happening any time soon. It’s a busy Monday.

Rainy days make me reflective. Wet socks make me uncomfortable. There’s no energy or motivation driving me today because rainy days are gloomy and it’s hard even for me to find the sunshine through the gray clouds. But I’m not sad, just not motivated. There’s no big event on the horizon, no fun weekend plans: only work.

Being wet is unappealing. Why do people like the rain? Maybe movies have just soured the experience for me; nothing good ever happens in the rain in the movies, at least not anything that happens in my life, because the only good that ever happens in the rain is the climactic kiss in the torrential downpour. Downpours are the worst, those are windy to boot so every part of you gets wet.

Wet feet make me grumpy. There’s no ignoring a damp sock.It just gnaws at you all day like that thing in the back of your mind that tells you you forgot to lock your door. Try to focus all you like on something else, all that comes to you is that your sock is wet and it’s making your feet cold.


This time could be productively spent, especially considering I’m being paid for it. But productivity is fleeting.

I am pretty sure I’m losing weight. I only eat meals and usually don’t eat all that much at meals because the cafeteria is gross. I don’t want to spend money on meals or snacks; I’m also out of snacks so I don’t have any to eat even if I wanted to. This is a serious concern but I can’t really find myself caring too much. Dr. Cohen probably won’t be happy whenever I go about seeing him again.

My wisdom teeth are shifting my front teeth and my left lower molar is pushed sideways. I would really like them gone.

One day all of my discomforts and minor annoyances will be gone and that day will probably be just like every other day. And then the next day it will probably rain again and then my socks will be wet, and I’ll find a new list of minor annoyances.

And although damp socks can be traded in for dry ones, I wouldn’t discount the days of damp socks for anything, because that damn wet sock made me think.

- September 27th, 2010