I am sure there is scientific srudy linking this to the missing sock syndrome!
The missing sock syndrome is an amazing phenomenon. It happens to all of us, we'll be diligently sorting through our clean laundry only to find a couple of assorted socks are missing their partners. As we fold, we stand in confusion knowing that they'd gone into the wash together, but somehow got lost along their journey into the dryer. Load after load this happens until we suddenly find there are dozens of socks who are missing their mates.
Some socks disappear permanently. Where do they go? Does the "washer monster" eat them for dinner? Did they run away? Maybe they are giving us payback because they don't like the way our feet smell, and it could simply be that our elusive socks are trying to send us a strong message they are unhappy with their current jobs and living arrangements and are demanding change.
Other socks return after a period of disappearance and come back acting as if nothing has happened. Hmmph. Did they simply become bored with their mundane lives and decide to play a game of hide and seek for a while to mix it up and make things a little more interesting? What nerve! Especially after we spend so much time worrying about them.
Maybe pairs of socks are like other married couples; one storms off after a spat, only to suddenly emerge later to make up and be happily married again. I can't help but wonder if those poor socks left behind are fret with anxiety over their missing mates or if they are in on the game too and carefully guarding the secret of their partner's whereabouts.
It's also interesting to note those odd matched socks cling together in a pile, but refuse to interact with one another. Perhaps they are secretly wondering where their significant others have gone off to, or maybe it's the fact that many are hesitant to pair themselves with someone new and remain faithful to their missing soulmate.
If the abandoned socks are anything like my husband's, they stay "widowed" in wistful hope that their partner returns. In our house, my husband has even given these lonely socks their own home which is dubbed "the widowed socks drawer". He strongly feels that just because one sock is missing, they should never be discarded. His philosophy is that eventually a partner will show up or even if a sock isn't a perfect match, he hopes they'll eventually marry someone with different characteristics. He'll never abandon these socks and purchase new ones, it's sock loyalty at it's best!
Many socks do reappear over the course of time. Perhaps it's as simple as our missing socks simply love to play an old fashioned game of "peek a boo" to break up the routine.
Whatever the reason, we're typically disappointed when they disappear forever, but are elated for those times they do return.
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