live to laugh.

[disclaimer: this letter is a joke for my own entertainment, so please do not think I am some sort of ANGRY WARRIOR who is REALLY WORKED UP about injustice against animal sock lovers. Also, I'm pretty sure ALL of my friends have told me that I'm unhealthily obsessed with animal socks.
Also I have to explain how I came to love animal socks. This last year at Christmas, Sound Ideas did a secret sister type gift exchange, and Audrey had me, and she got me some socks with lemurs on them. That's a sort of funny, fun gift, so I really enjoyed them. And so did everybody else. And when you're wearing something awesome like lemur socks, you just HAVE to show them off, so they got kind of well-known among my classmates. I would wear my lemur socks whenever I had a test, or when I needed an extra boost of motivation to live life, etc. Anyway, the point is that they became something of a dialogue among my friends. Because they're AWESOME, obviously.
So I've got lemur socks from Audrey, and I bought sock monkey socks on the choir trip to San Francisco, and this week I was at Station Park with friends and I bought fox socks.
okay, moving on: open letter, meant to be ironic, sorry if I'm not as funny to you as I am to myself. the blog's for my benefit, not yours.]

       An open letter to the guy who said I have an unhealthy obsession with animal socks:

       You are right. You are absolutely right. 
       You're dead wrong.
       Well, actually, it's both. You are, according to the dictionary, right that I may have a mild obsession with animal socks (obsession: a state in which someone thinks about something or someone constantly or frequently especially in a way that is not normal. So, yep—taken at its most literal definition, I have a minimal obsession with animal socks, since I think about them slightly more frequently than is normal.) but I think this is the opposite of unhealthy. In fact, may I dare suggest the opposite? That really, I am better off for the amusement I derive from animal socks? 

       The answer is yes. We have to take the amusement we can get in life. We have to learn to amuse ourselves by doing pointless, harmless things and enjoying them. 
[This is something I learned from my father, who changes the names of all the piano songs from things like "Etude" to things like "Evil Mysterious Killer Evil Music Box Song." And, sometimes he tells me that "amusing yourself is an important life skill." I think he first said that because Ethan and I were finishing our AP calculus end-of-year project, which happened to be Judson's face floating in the void of space with a box of chicken nuggets.]

       And so if I have a better day when I wear socks with charming creatures on them, I'm really the one better off here. Hating my animal socks is like hating pokemon go, according to the internet: "They are having TOO MUCH FUN with something MEANINGLESS somebody STOP THIS MADNESS!!!!" 
       Besides, I don't even waste a ton of time on animal socks the way some people (*cough* also me) do on pokemon go. It takes like ten seconds to put on socks. And then for the whole rest of the day I get to think about my socks and tell people about my socks. They love it. I'm just doing the world a service by providing my friends with something to laugh at. —Oh, did I say laugh at? I meant with—my friends are laughing with me and my lemur socks, of course.

       In conclusion, I like my lemur socks. 
       (because they became a reminder for me to seize life and enjoy it.)

Love, Grace :)