Socks and Windshield Wipers

1. Although the heater in my apartment is finally fixed, my feet are always cold. I usually sleep in as few clothes as possible because I love being cold when I sleep, but for some reason, I love the feeling of socks on my feet.
2. I love winter because I get to wear funky, warm, thick, long, decorated socks.
3. I am currently wearing light blue socks with yellow ducks on them. I got them when I was a freshman in highschool, maybe a sophomore, so these things are super old. But they're still un-holey. They're absolutely fantastic. I love them.
4. I never pay attention to windshield wipers until my windshield is dirty or until it rains/snows/other crazy precipitation.
5. I'm always complaining about how streaky my windshield gets from the wipers.
6. It takes me forEVER before I'll replace them.

The moral of the story...
wait,
there is no moral to the story.

In fact, there is no connection between duck socks and windshield wipers.
I'm writing about them because I'm wearing duck socks and I'm currently thinking about my car and how it can be improved in quality. (It's not a quality car by any means, but I should take better care of it.)
And I'm random.
Many things I write have no purpose. I prefer that, because I spend a lot of time
thinking in such depth, connecting important things, making metaphors between things like
duck socks and windshield wipers.
But I'm rebelling against my literary needs to make such connections.
Tonight, I choose to write about duck socks and
windshield wipers
because I feel like it.
Because I can.
Because sometimes, writing doesn't have to be burdensome.
Sometimes it can be fun and pointless.
Fun and pointless like duck socks.
Wait, did I just make a metaphor?