Makes sense... ha, and I know how that is! I used to hate spending like, three hours sorting socks. [My parents were weird in that after a load of laundry was done, if a match couldn't be found for the socks, they got thrown in a basket, and we'd only sort through the basket like, once a month. Pain in the butt, I tell ya, especially when it contained socks for eight people].
But that has led to me not caring what socks I wear.