My Secret Sock Hoard

So I've been keeping this secret stash of socks for years now. It all started when I found a pair that was just perfect - soft and comfy, with that little pattern on the ankle that made them seem special to me. But then one day, I noticed they were getting holes at the toes. So I panicked! What if my best friend saw? What if it ruined our friendship over something as silly as socks? So I decided to hoard every pair like this, hiding them in a box under my bed. Now there's dozens of them piling up. And here's the thing - I haven't worn any of them for ages. They've become more of a collection than anything else. The other day, when I was digging through old stuff to make room for new clothes, I almost threw them out but then stopped myself because... well, they remind me of happy times. But every time someone mentions socks, my stomach twists up in knots. It's like this weird combination of feeling guilty about hoarding and nervous that I'll run out someday. Maybe I should just donate them? Or maybe it's better to keep them as a little private secret. Ugh, I don't know what to do! Is it really so wrong to treasure my favorite socks?