I'm so Weird!

Ok, so I decided to tackle my sock basket today and no, this doesn't happen as often as it probably should, but 7 people x socks = a bazillion! So anyway, I decided I had to whittle the pile a little and I started throwing away socks rather indiscriminately. But as I'm busily purging the pile, I am struck by moments of panic. "What if things get really bad and we NEED these socks for something?" It stops me in my organizing, happy to be getting rid of socks that probably haven't felt the outside of a foot in months (and quite honestly some were looking pretty disgusting) tracks. Like, what could they possibly be used for? I don't know. Maybe stuffing a mattress? Making pillows for my half-starving children that are now living with us in a tent somewhere because,yes, things have gotten just that bad? Mittens? Uhh, socks? Because, really, if things get that bad we will probably need socks. Right?
Of course, the crazy/weird part is that I'm not SO prepared that I am reduced to worrying about saving old socks. In fact, my food storage could use a huge boost at the moment. But there I am thinking maybe I should save a few, just in case, in a corner of a cabinet somewhere? "NO!", the part of my brain that is useful (ha) screams, "we're finally getting rid of some of this mass of socks! Continue!"
See, I've made some piles trying to pair the socks together and one is the throw-away pile--it is located rather conveniently in a plastic trash bag, one is the I know I've seen this other sock recently pile, and one is the ransom pile--when my kids get home from school today they will have a chance to find me the mate of any favorite sock they see there IF it's done today. Then, I find myself also talking to the socks, sometimes in a rather "queenly" British accent, "You, I will pardon, because while you are old I see you have no holes, are not too badly stained, and still have decent color where there is supposed to be color" and " I will allow YOU to tarry a while longer." I KNOW, weird!
I also have found myself doing this with dryer lint, yep that's what I said. As I'm cleaning out the lint trap I think, "Man, I sure throw a lot of this stuff away, I wonder if you could DO something with it..." Is this pioneer thriftiness gone awry, is it madness, OR is it just the way my brain works? Sadly, I think it IS just the way my brain works.

**Note: I have decided to let go for a little while of all the fancy stuff I was trying to do (I CANNOT for the life of me get my pictures to post) and just WRITE. Because quite frankly it was paralyzing me. Every time I thought of something to blog about I would think, "Dang, now I have to figure out how to publish a pic, AND I would really like to make a cool, cute blog with backgrounds and such." So, I'm walking around composing what I'm sure are very intriguing posts in my head and being too afraid to open my blog account. NOW, I just want to get some of this stuff down, because preserving thoughts and memories are a big part of why this blogging thing interests me in the first place. Ahhhh, I feel better. :)