There was a time, years ago when I was a bachelor and had more disposable income than I had any idea what to do with. I decided which brand of sock I liked and I bought 50 pairs at least. I threw away every pair of white socks I owned. I had a good solid run, 50 days of brand new socks. I did an entire laundry run a little bleach and 49 pairs of socks. I got him out of the dryer there I was with 47 pairs of socks. If any of the socks got a hole or a serious stain I had so many of them I just threw them away no regrets. They were all the same socks so it didn’t matter if I lost one. Eventually through magic sock demons and probably some washer and dryer attrition, The horde dwindled. I got down into the '30s. They were starting to get a little ragged. I eventually went and bought another couple packs. I don’t feel bad about torching socks though It’s my guilty pleasure.