My 'odd sock syndrome'

Lately I've been feeling a little like the 'odd sock syndrome'. Whether it exists or not, possibly a manifestation of my own thoughts?! Let me explain. Sorting through my socks, I noticed I have more than 2 handfuls of odd socks. Now I can't explain where the other sock of the odd sock pair has disappeared to - and made me wonder: what happens if I'm like the odd sock pair? That I'll travel through life not finding the other odd sock to my odd sock pair. So happens that it once existed in one form or another since there were two socks to begin with, but now there was just one lonely sock.

Maybe there are some socks made that were meant to be odd socks, without pairs that drift. Strange that the odd sock syndrome is my analogy of when girl meets boy; but for now I think it works. I'm still finding my odd sock to complete the pair - if that makes any sense :)