Socks

Socks... Man these things could be the death of me. Well, not literally, but almost. Why? I will tell you why.
Everybody has their daily routines... wake up, eat breakfast, go to work/school, I think you get my point. But one of mine? Looking through my drawers trying to find 2 socks that are kind of similar. I don't care if colors match, but how awkward would it be to have a knee high sock and then an ankle sock? Very! And that is exactly why it's part of my routine. Because I lack organization skills when I comes to socks. I (in the moment... Afterwards it's not so true) would much rather search for a few minutes (more like 5...) in the morning than take the time to put them together. And because of that laziness, it is part of my daily routine. I get all dressed, and I have to mentally prepare for my sock search. I will tell you honestly, I suck at it. That's why it takes me so long to find them.
Heck... I could... I don't know... Start a religion that gathers every lazy, un-sock-organized, morning sock searching soul together. I could call it the "sock searchers." It's that much a part of my routine.
What could I do with that time I spent in the morning if I didn't have to search for my socks? Probably a lot but I wouldn't know... I haven't ever had that time.
Anyways.... That's my whole shpeel on socks... And how they are starting to take over my life.
What is the "sock" in your situation?