‎Hello Socks, ‎ ‎

I do suppose you’ve been having quite an eventful time lately. You’ve followed me everywhere, to the office, the grocery store, restaurants, game houses, and even the gym the other day. Clearly, you have been very proactive, intentionally maximizing every moment of your existence. ‎ ‎In fact, if dedication were rewarded with medals, you would probably have a shelf full of them by now. Rain or sunshine, dusty roads or sweaty afternoons, you have remained committed to your duties. Even when I recklessly shoved my feet into shoes immediately after walking under the scorching sun, you never protested; you stayed strong. ‎ ‎

Nevertheless, I have observed the unfortunate condition surrounding your life. First of all, you are constantly imprisoned inside a shoe, my shoe, to be precise. I know this ordeal cannot be easy for you. The emotional breakdown and depression it may have caused you must be unbearable. Seeing yourself dirty, poorly kept, unhygienic, and accompanied by an awful smell is certainly not what you signed up for. ‎ ‎

The other day, I noticed you peering out from my shoes at a store, staring longingly at the clean socks on display. The desire to become like them was written all over your fabric. I understand how difficult this must be for you, and I truly appreciate your efforts in keeping my feet warm and protected all these years. Many people underestimate the importance of socks, but not me. That is exactly why I found it necessary to write this letter to you. ‎ ‎

Having said all this, however, we must address the issue of your current condition. Now, before you begin blaming me entirely, I would like this honorable conversation to remain fair and balanced. I am not being judgmental, but honestly, the way you look is not entirely my fault. The workload on me is enormous. I am always occupied with one activity or another, and I simply have to keep moving. ‎

‎So, if the fault is not mine, whose is it? ‎

‎The manufacturers’. ‎ ‎

Yes, the manufacturers are responsible for this tragic situation. They should have planned ahead for circumstances like these. They could have established a system where their staff come every weekend to clean you up professionally. You would like that, wouldn’t you? ‎ ‎

I only wash you monthly, but imagine how adorable you would look if it were done weekly. It would have been very easy for the manufacturers to implement such a process. So you see, dear socks, I never intended for you to become what you are today. ‎

‎I understand that you are unhappy with your current appearance and smell, and that all I seem to do is hide you inside my shoes. But despite everything, I have decided to continue loving you just the way you are. I will continue using you to cover my feet because my love for you is unconditional, unrelenting, and everlasting. Even though your manufacturers failed us, I refuse to abandon you. You are not useless, my dear socks, you are still useful. ‎ ‎

Finally, dear socks, sooner or later we shall file a lawsuit against those manufacturers for incompetence, lack of foresight, and failure to properly care for their products even after they reach consumers. ‎ ‎

And when all is said and done, they shall apologize and compensate us for all the emotional damage they have caused. Because we both know it is unethical to treat a loyal sock this way. ‎

‎I hope that when this message reaches you, you will understand that I have tried my best to resolve these issues. ‎

‎Thank you for your time, dear socks. Do have a pleasant day ahead.

‎Warm regards,

‎Aliyu Solomon