Saturday, December 14, 2019

A Text I Won't Send

Dear BF,

It's 2:30am and I can't sleep.

I saw a Buzzfeed video where tinder dates looked at each other's Google search history. So naturally my anxiety decided to focus on that.

If you went through my search history what would you find? How badly could you judge me? What if I accidentally searched something really fucked up, like "how to be a Nazi" or something, that makes me look really bad? Ok, I've never searched that, but - let's be honest - I've searched some really weird things.

My 5 minute search proved that I'm pretty boring. I tend to look up a lot of movies, and word definitions. I had some questions about Trump... And that's something I'll avoid ever discussing with anyone - cause I understand none of that!

But there's one question that haunts me!!

So you know H. She's a little peculiar. There was that time she was over, and while talking about something - I don't remember probably about aliens, you know how she goes on these weird rants that even my overly open mind can't conceive -- anyway she's talking, and casually takes off her socks. She takes off her socks, turns them inside out, and puts them back on.

This. Bothered. Me. So. Much!

I mean what DO I know about socks?
My main reason for moving to Florida was so I never had to wear socks again. I'm a flip flops forever kinda gal.

Are they more comfortable inside out? That didn't make sense, cause why not start with them at the beginning of the day that way? It was the end of the day, she was going home soon. Maybe it's a cleanly thing? But that means the sweat on the inside of the sock would just go into the shoe, and if this is a regular thing then the shoe would just get every sock dirty. Plus socks are supposed to protect the shoes from sweat.

And why would she do that in front of me? I mean I have some peculiar habits, if flipping my socks inside out was one of them, I'd feel really awkward and change them in solitude. I've worn sweaters inside out for hours until I could go somewhere in private so as not to draw attention to the fact I was turning my sweater right side out. Maybe socks are different.

But it's H. For all I know you need to flip your socks regularly to let the aliens know you're ready to be abducted.

Google didn't come up with any answers. Yes I searched, "benefits to wearing socks inside out" multiple ways to find something. All I found was washing them inside out is good... Which also doesn't make sense, when the inside would be the sweatier dirtier part.

And I want to text all of this to you RIGHT NOW! AT NEARLY 3AM AND SEE IF YOU HAVE ANSWERS!
After all you take care of your socks. You're the only person I know who darns socks when they get a hole. (Which, if I haven't said, seeing you with a needle and thread really turns me on...)

And while texting this nonsense to you at 3am might be funny, or quirky, or cute. "Aww you are insane, aren't you?"
It might also be, "omg, you're certifiably insane. Get back on the meds and never text me again." Because what normal person wants to get a lengthy irrational text at 3am from their GF of only 9 months?

And really. I should just go to sleep. Fuck.

BPD GF

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