How I spent my summer vacation, by Bobby -- or "the meaning of life"
Feb 13 '01
The Bottom Line Footwear is a metaphor for life -- a bad first selection restricts further choice in that category, until you empty your drawer and start over!
The decision process doesn't stop after the sale is rung up and the garments taken home int their little bag. Even after you've followed an admittedly difficult selection process in the store, you must then decide anew each and every morning (unless you wear sandals every day, in which case it's moot). Fortunately, the exigencies of modern laundry often help make the decision for us.
The following is a true story, written by my next-door neighbors' seven-year-old boy, Robert. He likes to be called 'Bobby,' but his mother (Cynthia) and his father (William) seem to prefer to call him 'Robert' for some unknown reason.
On the furst day of my summer vacation, mommy and me went to walmart to find some new sox for me to where with my new shoes. The shoos are white nikees. We got in the car and mommy drove to the stor.
When we got ther mommy and me when to the boys dpartmunt and looked at the sox. There are all kines of sox there there are white ones and black ones and red ones and blu ones and ones with stripes and even some with littul cowz. I liked the ones with littul cows. Mommy liked the white ones, so we got six pares of white ones. Then because my mommy loves me she got me the ones with the littul cows to.
Ever day for the rest of my summer vacation I got up in the morning and ate my cereal for brekfust. I like to eat my cereal on the front porch and lissen to the birds. Then I would go into the house and put on my shoes and socks so I could go out and play. I like to play. I dont rilly like to ware shoos and sox, but mommy says I hav to, becus of the fire aunts and the snaiks.
Here is how I picked my sox every morning. I put on the ones that were clean. I wanted to ware the sox with the littul cows every day, but mommy said I coodnt cuz she had to wash them. So I went to the drawr where I keep my sox and put on anny ones that were their. Then I wnt out to play. Oh, no, furst I put on my shoes.
So, there you have it -- out of the mouths of babes! The first thing you must consider when choosing those invaluable little cloth sheathes from the drawer is, "What pair is clean?" After that, you choose based on whether you even like the socks that you find there. Too many times in our miserable little lives, we find that we haven't done the laundry yet, and we're stuck with the dregs of our sock drawers. You know, the pairs with holes in the toes and heels; the pair that got washed with a load of red by accident and came out pink; the pair of irregulars that don't quite seem to be the same color. Why, I've even found myself wearing Christmas socks in the middle of the summer!
So I tell you this: some may think that this opinion category is a bit, well, silly -- but socks are a metaphor for life. We must make choices every day in our lives, and each choice leads to another. What we so often forget is that when we make even a simple-sounding choice, its outcome restricts all other choices in that field from that point forward. Choosing only white socks when you go to the store means that you will have only white socks to choose from when you open the drawer a month later. If you didn't get the socks with "the littul cows" on the first day of summer vacation, you're not going to be able to wear them for the first day of school.
And what's more, you have to keep cleaning up after yourself. If you don't do the laundry often enough, you end up wearing the socks you don't like. Life is like that, too -- if you don't keep cleaning up after yourself, pretty soon you're left with only unpleasant choices, no matter what the question.
Of course, if you wish to completely change your life, you may have to start over from the beginning. While this is analogous to emptying your sock drawer into the dumpster and starting all over again, it's usually far more difficult -- take this advice from a guy who still has socks he hasn't worn in ten years: Choose well the first time, my friends!
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