Purging

Sometimes we hold on to things that we like long past their use to us, just because they make us smile. Today, looking in my sock drawer, I realized that I have a pair of socks that no longer have any heels. These socks are neon green, and each depicts a vampire playing the upright bass, and they have little non-slip music notes on the other side. They're thick, fuzzy on the inside, so warm, which is why they've been worn through- I wore them frequently last year on my long walks to school, their thickness keeping my toes from freezing as I trod through the snow. I've clung to them, certain that, even in their lack of a heel, they are still useful to me. They still make me smile. I feel Hallowe'enly festive when I put them on, although I usually forget to wear them on Hallowe'en.

But they're past their prime. Their time has come. I walked down the hall to the trash can, carefully spread them out from the tight ball I keep them in, and dropped them in, never to be seen again.