A boring white sock lay on her bedroom floor, forgotten. While she's out, socializing and making new friends, it just sits there, motionless. Is the sock just a sock, or is it a metaphor for something else? Does the sock represent the socially-awkward people who just sit around by themselves, dreaming that they were the popular people? Or, in this case, the socks who dream of becoming the scarves. People often forget that the socially-awkward people exist, kind of like that really old sock that you loose under your bed. One day you discover it and you realize that sock is more special than your other socks somehow.
Does that sock that just stays under your bed feel emotion, though? Maybe it's happy, since it was forgotten, and you didn't wear it as much. And because you didn't wear it as much, you didn't sweat in it, so the sock doesn't get gross a lot and soon you have to throw it out. Maybe it's sad, though. The same situation could be happening; the sock could be sitting there, under your bed, forgotten and unworn. But it's sad instead. It's sad because you didn't wear it, and it never got the chance to be all sweaty and gross. It just wants to be like all the other socks, and it can't because it was lost under the bed when you were ten, and probably not seen again until you were fifteen, and by then it didn't fit, so you had to throw it out.
Do socks feel those same emotions as people? Of course they don't; they're only socks.