Is it just me? I've been increasingly plagued by some kind of dimensional shift ...or perhaps worm-holes to distant parts of the galaxy, or maybe even portals to parallel universes. 
How else can I explain all the single socks with no mates in my laundry and single sticks in my equipment bag. Oh, I still have a ton of sticks I take to practice (we work out at a variety of places from garages to parks, to a lumber warehouse space we use as a gym) and when I get home, I check my bag and I'm always short the odd stick. Since we deliberately work with a variety of lengths and weights of bastón, I really notice it when one half of a matched pair is missing. Or when a "fave" ...like that short, heavy 20" x 1 1/2" piece of super dense rattan I always used for close work went awol.
Is it just me? Are my training partners secretly selling old, frayed and taped-up pieces of rattan on Ebay? Or is there some kind of dimensional shift going on in the Cosmos. I keep imagining the dark, cratered surface of a distant, alien world, devoid of life yet inexplicably bristling with short pieces of well used rattan, and millions upon millions of single, un-matched socks. Perhaps Loki is involved!
So, I ask am I alone in having this problem? Any thoughts or words of sympathy and consolation would be appreciated!

How else can I explain all the single socks with no mates in my laundry and single sticks in my equipment bag. Oh, I still have a ton of sticks I take to practice (we work out at a variety of places from garages to parks, to a lumber warehouse space we use as a gym) and when I get home, I check my bag and I'm always short the odd stick. Since we deliberately work with a variety of lengths and weights of bastón, I really notice it when one half of a matched pair is missing. Or when a "fave" ...like that short, heavy 20" x 1 1/2" piece of super dense rattan I always used for close work went awol.
Is it just me? Are my training partners secretly selling old, frayed and taped-up pieces of rattan on Ebay? Or is there some kind of dimensional shift going on in the Cosmos. I keep imagining the dark, cratered surface of a distant, alien world, devoid of life yet inexplicably bristling with short pieces of well used rattan, and millions upon millions of single, un-matched socks. Perhaps Loki is involved!

So, I ask am I alone in having this problem? Any thoughts or words of sympathy and consolation would be appreciated!
