I walk on the outside of my feet. I had the feeling I did after numerous pairs of shoes became too uncomfortable to walk in because they were lop-sided. It damn near killed me to get rid of a pair of gray Timberland heels that I just loved to wear. I got them as a birthday gift in 2009, and I wore them all the time, which was probably my first problem. Constantly wearing shoes over and over again means they don't have time to relax. Not switching them up means...guess what? Those shoes will wear out faster. When I went to Comic Con 2010, I took some kind of foot test and confirmed that I walk with a slight slant (imagine someone who walks bow-legged down to the feet). Am I bow-legged? Not really, although a guy I went to college used to call me "Bow Leg" because I had a habit of turning my feet apart so I was leaning on the sides of them.
When I left my home today, I kept looking down at these brown heels I was wearing that were so old that the toe part was kinda rubbing off. They were still stylish shoes to wear, but if I crossed my leg and someone looked down at the tip, it looked a little shabby. It didn't matter. I still wanted to wear them, knowing full well that the heels were slanted and I could literally feel my feet turning to walk in them.
Well, that all went down the drain when I was coming home from work, tried to rush in front of a guy who I figured would walk slowly down the el train stairs, and I ended up doing quite the dance on the stairs. It started off as a fall, but I was too quick for that. All of that jogging up and down my apartment steps like Rocky has made me a little more graceful. So I twirled, and twirled, and twirled until I was completely turned around and holding on to the banister. Butt still not on the ground. Legs still not on the ground. But I'd done a complete 180 trying not to fall. The guy behind me just looked at me. Chivalry is clearly dead because he didn't even ask if I was okay. He just looked down at me like he wanted me to move out of the way.
However, I'm not easily embarrassed. (Otherwise, I wouldn't be typing this blog.) So, I said, "Okay, let's try this again," twirled back around, walked down the rest of the stairs and got home in one piece. After a four eyes joke from my maintenance guy (yup, I've been wearing glasses all day for six days so far courtesy of the Optometrist from Hell's advice) who found himself rather amusing, I went right in the house, took those shoes off and threw them away. I usually donate shoes, but why would I give somebody a pair of shoes that clearly were about to be the reason why I broke my own neck?
If you're thinking about keeping that pair of shoes that you just love but they're out of shape, don't. If you need more than my advice, try "It's time to shoo, shoe."
Well, that all went down the drain when I was coming home from work, tried to rush in front of a guy who I figured would walk slowly down the el train stairs, and I ended up doing quite the dance on the stairs. It started off as a fall, but I was too quick for that. All of that jogging up and down my apartment steps like Rocky has made me a little more graceful. So I twirled, and twirled, and twirled until I was completely turned around and holding on to the banister. Butt still not on the ground. Legs still not on the ground. But I'd done a complete 180 trying not to fall. The guy behind me just looked at me. Chivalry is clearly dead because he didn't even ask if I was okay. He just looked down at me like he wanted me to move out of the way.
However, I'm not easily embarrassed. (Otherwise, I wouldn't be typing this blog.) So, I said, "Okay, let's try this again," twirled back around, walked down the rest of the stairs and got home in one piece. After a four eyes joke from my maintenance guy (yup, I've been wearing glasses all day for six days so far courtesy of the Optometrist from Hell's advice) who found himself rather amusing, I went right in the house, took those shoes off and threw them away. I usually donate shoes, but why would I give somebody a pair of shoes that clearly were about to be the reason why I broke my own neck?
If you're thinking about keeping that pair of shoes that you just love but they're out of shape, don't. If you need more than my advice, try "It's time to shoo, shoe."
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