I’m one of those who thinks that whoever is bothered by the socks on the living room floor should pick up the socks. If the dirty dishes in the sink bother me, I can either do them or get ticked at whose dishes they are and waste time wondering why aren’t they washing them instead of playing on the computer. It’s a no brainer: I can either keep the offender out of my house or I can morph my perspective to keep myself happy. Happily, in my household I’m the one who throws her socks on the floor.