That's a Problem Before Even Considering Grooming
I want you to imagine my state of mind at that moment.
It was cold when I woke up this morning, so as a middle-aged person who can't stand the cold, I layered everything on as usual.
My default is to wear two layers of innerwear, leggings under my denim, and double socks. I get cold immediately if I'm not wrapped in fabric, so I don't have the luxury of worrying about looking bulky.
By the way, I'm basically a white-sock person. (Suddenly)
I prefer ribbed ones like a schoolgirl. But they get dirty easily, don't they?
That's why I always have socks categorized from first-string to third-string. I usually wear the third-string ones, which don't have holes yet but are getting dingy or fuzzy. I use the clean second-string ones for days when I have plans to go out or meet people, and I save the brand-new first-string ones for when it really counts.
By the way, in my current life, there are almost no occasions for the first-string ones.
Today, I have two outings where I have to take off my shoes, so it's time for the second-string ones... but they are currently in short supply (meaning more have fallen to third-string status), and I saw I only had one pair.
I had no choice but to wear a clean second-string sock over a fuzzy, pilled third-string sock.
Or so I thought.
I want you to imagine,
my state of mind the moment I took off my shoes at my destination.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
My socks don't match!!!!!
Of all places, it was at the dentist.
Yes, I had to expose these feet on the treatment chair for about an hour to get treated.
If I had mistakenly worn two pairs of dingy third-string socks, well, it would have been embarrassing, but I think I could have accepted it.
However, this time one was clean and the other was tattered.
And of all things, they weren't even the same style; one was ivory without ribs and the other was a white ribbed sock!! They were subtly different!!
I was clearly someone who put on the wrong socks.
(Which is actually true)
On the treatment chair, I tried to hide it by casually crossing my feet and even stretching them out a bit further.
They're looking... I feel like everyone is looking at my feet~~
In reality, the dentist and the hygienist were focused on the treatment and probably didn't care about my feet, but because I was so self-conscious about them, my body became overly tense. Eventually, I started to be bothered by the itchiness of the neck of my thick wool turtleneck sweater. The paper apron was pressing against my neck, making it feel uncomfortable as it clung to my skin. My neck was ticklish. Actually, I want to burst out laughing right now!!
Oh, why did I wear this sweater?
Oh, what if I snort with laughter right now? I'd be so embarrassed I could never come back...
My thoughts completely stopped, and a time like penance passed while I trembled, trying to keep my feet from cramping and holding back my laughter...
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Since having children, the money I spend on myself has decreased significantly, and I don't buy many clothes anymore. Especially with underwear and socks, I thought that since there's no opportunity to show them to others (?), it's fine as long as they still function, even if they look a bit off.
Over the past few years, I've completely become a minimalist when it comes to underwear and socks.
But people often say, when you're carried away in an ambulance due to a sudden illness, would you be okay with the paramedics or medical staff seeing that innerwear?
...No, NO!!!!
It was impossible!!!!!!
It's impossible even with socks, let alone underwear...It makes me shudder.
So, this year I have decided to cleanly dispose of my third-string items and
stock up on innerwear that I wouldn't mind being seen in.
I must work.