I Love Shoes
I'm being unfair. I know that. It is terribly unfair for me to point to this one person and declare that he is the reason for my happiness or lack thereof. But it's really hard not to. If someone gave you a pair of shoes to wear, and they came out of nowhere, with no price, you'd give it a try. And these shoes turn out to be the best pair of shoes you've ever had. They fit just right, and they look cool with everything you wear. They are comfortable and durable and you can wear them anywhere. They feel like they were made just for you.
They make your feet feel really good, and walking starts to be the only thing you want to do because you have this great pair of shoes that no one else gets to have. So you keep them and wear them every day and you get attached to them. You take extra care to keep them clean, but they never get dirty so it's not that hard. And you realize that you don't know how you ever lived without these shoes. How you ever wore anything else. All the old shoes pale in comparison to this perfect pair. You start imagining all the fun places you can wear these awesome shoes. You want to wear these shoes for the rest of your life. You want to wear them in your sleep.
Then one day they are gone. You search high and low for them, but they have vanished without a trace. Not even shoelaces are left. You whine about it, but everyone tells you to just get some other shoes and wear those. But they don't understand. Other shoes are not good enough. You try on an old pair and they just rub your heel till its raw and pinch your toes. They hurt to walk in. You look through all your old shoes and a bunch of new shoes and nothing even compares to the shoes you lost. They all suck. It seems so simple; all you want is this one pair of shoes. But that's the only thing you can't have. So you decide to go barefoot. You can't stand the thought of wearing some pair of shoes that you don't like, so you have to go without. Just your feet. And it is really painful because you got used to walking in those shoes and now you are burning your feet on the hot sidewalk and stepping on glass and generally tearing your feet to bits. And it only makes you miss your shoes even more than before. And you hope that your feet will eventually get tough so that you don't have to limp along anymore. But you know that your skin is so thin, and there's a good chance your feet will be messed up forever. You can remember how nice and soft your feet used to be, but now they are ugly and gross and you are embarassed for people to see them.
People look at you kind of funny and ask where your shoes went, but you have no answer because you don't even know. All you know is they are gone and you would do anything, pay any price to have them back. And every day you live with the dread that someone else will wear the shoes that were so perfect for your feet. Your feet are bleeding and throbbing and you wonder how am I going to get through a day at work like this? It seems impossible. You want to sit down but you can't. You have to keep walking. The pavement is so much harder without the shoes to cushion you.
You think it can't get worse, but it does. Your back starts to hurt and you get headaches until you can't concentrate on anything except Where did my fucking shoes go? And I hurt more than I ever thought I could, and all becasue of a pair of shoes. All I want is those shoes. Then I can feel good again. There is no substitute. People think you're crazy, but they just don't know how awesome those shoes were. And you watch them walk off in their shoes and you wonder how they can wear such crappy shoes. Idiots. They have no idea what they're missing. So how can you be happy when such a great pair of shoes is gone?
They make your feet feel really good, and walking starts to be the only thing you want to do because you have this great pair of shoes that no one else gets to have. So you keep them and wear them every day and you get attached to them. You take extra care to keep them clean, but they never get dirty so it's not that hard. And you realize that you don't know how you ever lived without these shoes. How you ever wore anything else. All the old shoes pale in comparison to this perfect pair. You start imagining all the fun places you can wear these awesome shoes. You want to wear these shoes for the rest of your life. You want to wear them in your sleep.
Then one day they are gone. You search high and low for them, but they have vanished without a trace. Not even shoelaces are left. You whine about it, but everyone tells you to just get some other shoes and wear those. But they don't understand. Other shoes are not good enough. You try on an old pair and they just rub your heel till its raw and pinch your toes. They hurt to walk in. You look through all your old shoes and a bunch of new shoes and nothing even compares to the shoes you lost. They all suck. It seems so simple; all you want is this one pair of shoes. But that's the only thing you can't have. So you decide to go barefoot. You can't stand the thought of wearing some pair of shoes that you don't like, so you have to go without. Just your feet. And it is really painful because you got used to walking in those shoes and now you are burning your feet on the hot sidewalk and stepping on glass and generally tearing your feet to bits. And it only makes you miss your shoes even more than before. And you hope that your feet will eventually get tough so that you don't have to limp along anymore. But you know that your skin is so thin, and there's a good chance your feet will be messed up forever. You can remember how nice and soft your feet used to be, but now they are ugly and gross and you are embarassed for people to see them.
People look at you kind of funny and ask where your shoes went, but you have no answer because you don't even know. All you know is they are gone and you would do anything, pay any price to have them back. And every day you live with the dread that someone else will wear the shoes that were so perfect for your feet. Your feet are bleeding and throbbing and you wonder how am I going to get through a day at work like this? It seems impossible. You want to sit down but you can't. You have to keep walking. The pavement is so much harder without the shoes to cushion you.
You think it can't get worse, but it does. Your back starts to hurt and you get headaches until you can't concentrate on anything except Where did my fucking shoes go? And I hurt more than I ever thought I could, and all becasue of a pair of shoes. All I want is those shoes. Then I can feel good again. There is no substitute. People think you're crazy, but they just don't know how awesome those shoes were. And you watch them walk off in their shoes and you wonder how they can wear such crappy shoes. Idiots. They have no idea what they're missing. So how can you be happy when such a great pair of shoes is gone?
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