Worse than wetting the bed...

A blog about everything and nothing can be hard to fill out. I spent the whole afternoon thinking about what I could write about, and nothing came to my mind. The thing is, that anything can be good material for a blog about nothing, but the problem is giving it the right tone to be interesting, or at least worth your time reading it (Now I do have my fingers crossed for someone to ever read this at some point). So, after several hours of burning my brains out... suddenly the mountain came to me without me having to walk towards it. "Don't wet your socks, Luis", five simple words said to me by my mom, and that seemed perfect to discuss here.

There's absolutely nothing worse in the world (well, there possibly is, but there's almost nothing) than wetting your socks. The whole point of wearing socks is to guard one's feet from cold, wetness, and dirt (and perhaps not hurting your them with the friction of your shoes while walking, but we're gonna ignore that for a moment); and all of those objectives are brought to nothing when you distractedly step on a lonely puddle of whatever is spilled on the floor. Tell me if I'm wrong when I say that it can't get worse than feeling that water (on the best case scenario, and hoping you haven't gotten a new puppy) crawling little by little into your comfortable, calm, and warm sock, when you are just finishing to get ready to go out. It's just deplorable to feel, all of a sudden, wet and disturbed by a puddle, specially if it is one of those wet, rainy days you get in a tropical country like Costa Rica.

There's only two ways in which things can get even worse: 1) When you are late, you get your socks wet, and you don't have any time to change them for a pair of dry ones. Which makes you go about life soaked, with a feeling of being dirty, cold and disturbed; and by the time you get back home, makes you have smelly feet, stinky socks, and fish-smell-like shoes. Or 2) When (and this HAS happened to me) you wake up in the middle of the night to pee, and the toilet decides to, precisely that day, stop working. Only causing water to start coming out of its bottom, and creating a puddle that becomes invisible under one's drowsy, sleepy, zombie-like state at 4 o'clock in the morning. As you can imagine... I wet my socks that night, and don't think for a second, that I was able to go easily back to sleep.

That second point, really was the worst thing ever. As if it wasn't dreadful enough to have to wake up from a pleasant and deep dream to go to the bathroom and pee! On top of that, you have to wet your socks, change them, and lose your sleep! I wish that waterproof fabrics were comfy enough to wear them like socks.

Hahahaha! Well, I took my frustration out on this blog. Now I do have to leave you because I have to get some sleep. Bye!... And don't get your socks wet when you pee!