THE ANSWER TO THE ETERNAL QUESTION

Dear Diary,
I did it. I really did it. When I was in college, I learned about this psychological phenomenon amongst adolescents, namely that they all believe they're destined for greatness and really special in some as yet undiscovered way. BUT I REALLY AM. Why? Allow me to explain:
I have recently moved to a new, strange, beautiful, but utterly disgusting (at least sidewalk-concerned) place. I shouldn't criticize this place though because it has a) a lot in common with every other place and b) led me to finding the purpose of my heretofore ridiculous existence.
While walking down the street, I have become keenly aware of the odd nature of the "litter" to be found. For example, I was shocked by the number of Qtips. There are a LOT. I thought that was weird and unexpected. Then, I saw things like a pad. Not a used one, thankgod, but a sanitary napkin nonetheless.
My confusion regarding the sidewalk decorations caused me to glance down a great deal while strolling about. As a result, I took notice of a sock, covered in leaves. I thought to myself: "Why is there a sock on the sidewalk?" Then I starting thinking about all the strange places other than the sidewalk that I've seen socks: hanging over telephone wires, on highways, at train stations, in lakes and rivers...
Then it occurred to me, my socks ALWAYS disappear from the dryer and so do everyone else's. And we all wonder where they go. OBVIOUSLY they go everywhere. Right in front of our faces, they're just roaming about, not tumbling in the gentle cycle, nono. They're out seeing the world. They don't take their partneralong . They're sick of being one in a pair. Can't be monogamous. But they sure as hell can travel. Selfish socks, man, selfish socks.
yours truly,
geniuswithapurpose