Submissiveness. I can relate.
I never had a problem with listening to people. I always pay attention to every conversation around me, even if I have no interest in it. But that rarely happens. What I have hard time is joining in. I usually feel uncomfortable, what if I say something stupid? Or boring? I must be a really boring discussion partner.
Originally Posted by ILA
You mention Wes Craven, coincidentally I noticed Scream was being aired on Movie Extra [pay-tv channel which makes up part of the service we've subscribed to, Foxtel]. The scenes designed to scare do just that, that's one of my tendencies; while others will say "oh some guy chasing someone with a knife, I've seen it all before", it works effectively against me.
I can't say 'me too' because I don't like horror movies myself.
They don't have any effect on me. Now some well executed thrillers on the other hand...
I... don't know what to say.
Don't say anything, just listen:
Let's look at an average pair of socks' life: you buy them, you put them on in a morning, you take them off in the evening (or in your case, you don't), put them in the laundry, then they are put into the wash-machine, dryer and back to the drawer. Then you put them on again, etc...it's the circle of life.
Until the faithful day comes. You just know that when you can't find that certain half-pair of socks, it's a thing for the past.
In my humble opinion there is a rather obvious and easy yet difficult solution to this mystery. Of course it isn't the official explanation, make no mistake, just a bit of a contemplation.
So, I believe there are really, and I mean really thin walls between the wash-machines and the drawers, which are the so-called dimension walls - separating the different dimensions from eachother. These are functioning as gates. In my theory the socks find these little gates/gaps and just slip through them.
Of course not all at once, no, that would be to conspicuous, they are slowly leaving our dimension one by one, sometimes in pairs, but that's a rare exception, for example that happened to my favourite coyote socks (r.i.p.).
Sometimes these socks can find the little pinches on different places - like with you ILA, you go to sleep with your socks on, and when you wake up there are only one on your feet. These will later turn up from behind the bed or under the radiator, but sometimes not.
The dimension where they go, is the Empire of the Lost Half-pair Socks, Pens, Cigarette-lighters and Keys.
How do they slip through the holes? Easily: when the socks get dirty, they accumulate a certain material, which indicates a sort of kinetic energy from the hyperspace to help the socks changing dimension.
It's not clear why the socks decide to go there. Of their own will? There is some force out there? Or there is an evil Sock Seductress? Do they want a better life, because let's face it, they are the lowest form of the underwear life, they are constantly tread upon, etc. ?
That remains unknown...for now. At least until we find out a machine that can speak the sock language.
Another observation: There are many leaky socks turning up after washing, way more than expected.
There are two obvious explanation:
- the poor souls wanted to get into the dimension, but were only half successful
- they didn't want to go through but the force, if it exists, almost made them. The holes are war-injuries.
What if some of those 'emigrated' turn up once? Well, there is a logical explanation: they get bored with life in the other dimension, or just aren't satisfied with the living conditions.
Many question to be answered, hopefully one day we'll be closer to the truth.