I’m typically in tennis shoes (30%) or barefoot (70%) at home. I am rarely in just socks.
In contrast, i never wear just socks. Usually, i want my feet to breathe. I used to mostly go barefoot, but then i developed plantar fasciitis and some joint issues in my feet. So now i wear a bouncy rubber sole that’s attached to my foot with as little as possible, so my feet can still breathe. And those sandals usually slip off when I’m sitting in a chair.
And wearing socks in bed? How cold is your bedroom? I stick my feet out from under the covers to help regulate my temperature. (That’s is, to help keep me cool as i sleep.) It’s only when I’m in an unheated cabin and the night is very cold that i wear socks to bed. (Or sometimes when I’m sick. For whatever reason, i often feel cold when I’m sick.)
Not that cold, but having socks on is what I’ve been used to, and prefer, for decades. If it’s very hot, and the AC isn’t working (i.e., if the power is out), I might sleep barefoot, but that’s about it.
Perhaps those are for the benefit of the bartender, to be easier able to discern when to stop serving you. And most of the bar stools I have seen include a ring that you can rest your feet on.
For around the house, I voted “I often go barefoot”. By often I mean almost all of the time. My feet do get cold from time to time and I’ll wear slippers, but not often. I also go barefoot when I’m out in the yard, unless I’m using tools or a ladder.
I never wear just socks, and can’t imagine enduring them on while in bed.
I am baffled and bemused by all the socks maniacs.
As long as you stay on the stool you don’t have issues, it’s when you go to get up that you…don’t. & yes, many do have a foot ring but that means your legs can only stay in that one position; otherwise, they are dangling.
I always wear socks to bed. Have been doing it for years. It feels more comfortable to me.
The only time I don’t wear socks is when I am swimming or at the beach.
I started wearing socks in bed during perimenopause. I would wake up during the night to go to the bathroom and my feet would get cold, despite underfloor heating. Then I couldn’t get back to sleep because my feet were cold. I sleep better when I wear socks to bed. And that’s all I wear to bed.
Oddly enough, a friend of mine used to wear socks to bed. When she started perimenopause, she stopped wearing socks to bed.
During the day I am usually barefoot, unless it’s really cold, since we have underfloor heating. I’ll wear Birkenstocks if I’m going to be doing a lot of cooking as it makes my back happier.
When we were younger, my wife was always cold, and I was always hot. She didn’t wear socks to bed, but probably would have been happier if she did. Instead, she curled up next to the human hot-water-bottle in bed beside her.
Around the same time that she entered perimenopause, I developed diabetes, and our roles reversed. Now I’m the cold one most of the year, and she’s always too hot.
I’m usually barefoot at home. It’s my preference. I never owned a pair of slippers until my wife bought them for me. Now I will wear them if my feet get cold but that’s not often. There have been extremely rare occurrences when my feet are cold in bed and I can’t seem to warm up. I’ll put socks on then.
If $1m suddenly magically appeared in my bank account I wouldn’t touch it and get in touch with the bank to say I know nothing about it and hope I can avoid a long prison sentence for possession of stolen goods / money laundering or whatever.
At 25 I was working as a temp, with no idea what I wanted to do with my 3-year-old college degree*, but I knew I didn’t want to stay in the Baltimore area. I had thoughts of eventually moving to, like, Albuquerque** or something. There’s no way I would have bought a house at that point.
*I minored in radio broadcasting, but my part-time radio station job had evaporated a few years before and I hadn’t been able to find another entry-level position in that industry (I think I dodged a bullet, frankly). It would be two more years before I’d discover technical writing, which became my first career.
**Yeah, that never happened: I moved to Northern Virginia in 1998, and have been here ever since. 
At age 29 or 30 I inherited a good amount when my grandfather died. I bought a house with a portion of the money. (I already owned a house, but it was a cheap one. I sold that one bought a better one with my magically appearing funds)
I was already a homeowner before 25. It was just a small condo, but I had no reason to want anything bigger at that point.
I likely would have socked away a good portion of that million, and also spent a good portion irresponsibly.
Hey, I enjoyed my 20s. I don’t reckon I’d be looking back with regret if I’d had the means to enjoy it more.
I was torn in how to answer. If I read it as literally, “rewind to 25…” then I’d have my current memories, so I’d absolutely put off buying a house, since in 1999 or so, that means I’d easily be able to make a lot more from investing than buying a house. Wait a few years, and I’ll buy a mansion!
If I answer as others have, where the “me” of 1999 with no future knowledge and presuming some verifiable reason for the bonus $$$… I’d probably have answered the same but for different reasons, the interest/investment rates were better, and my debt load was a LOT less (my wife hadn’t decided to go back to school and spent a long time getting her Masters and PhD) - and we were living in a very nice apartment complex near our friends.
When I was 25 we were right in the middle of the 2000s housing bubble, so it wouldn’t have been a great time to buy a house knowing what we know now. But I assume 25 year old me has no knowledge of the coming housing crash and recession, so I probably would use the money to buy a house.
I actually bought my house when I was 28, when prices went down.
When I first saw Close Encounters, you’re damned right I would have joined the Alien Spaceship Force regardless of wife and kids.
But then, I was ten. Nowadays, even if I made the same decision (which I more likely would not), I would’ve struggled with the decision more than Richard Dreyfuss’s character did (which was ‘none’).
First of all, there’s that. And I’d want to know if I had to pay taxes on it, and if so how to report it.
Second of all, why just a house? I’d have bought a farm. (Not in the metaphorical sense.) The farm would probably have a house on it; if not, I could get one built.
(Third of all – is this a million dollars in 2025 dollars, or as what that was worth when I was 25? Even in 2025 dollars, I’d expect to have some left over. In 1977 dollars, I’d expect to have a whole lot left over. Even after taxes, if those apply.)
– I wouldn’t join the Alien Space Force whether or not I had a spouse and kids. I was probably somewhere around 25 when I realized that, while I was/am in favor of space exploration done by somebody else and love/d SF set on other planets, I want to stay on Earth.
Re: CE3K and going with the aliens: I originally voted, “I’m a man, and I wouldn’t go,” but then I thought about it more, and I changed my vote.
In the film, Roy Neary’s first encounter with the aliens (in his pickup truck) seriously messed with his brain. He became completely obsessed with understanding the image of Devil’s Tower which the aliens had placed in his mind, and his actions for much of the rest of the film depict a compulsion to seek an answer, to the detriment of everything else in his life, including his family.
Had he ultimately chosen to stay behind when the aliens invited him onto their mothership, I’m not sure that he would have been able to return to anything resembling a normal life, or a normal cognitive state; he probably would have wound up institutionalized or something.
So, I chose “go on the ship,” as it’s the only way he can move forward.
OTOH, Roy was married to Teri frickin’ Garr!! Go home to your wife, who was a lifelong celebrity crush of mine!!