Shoes, shoes, shoes!!!

Who am I, Imelda? Shit, I only had flip flops and a pair of skate shoes for months. That was sufficient. Then I bought some fake Crocs to mix it up. I hate them. I recently decided to expand my footwear collection. I bought a pair of retro-looking sneaks. That gave me two pairs of sandals and two pairs of shoes. Perfect.

Then I met this girl who happened to have tiny feet. I put her shoe up to my sandal. It was about half the size. She asked me what size shoe I wore. Conveniently, her ex-boyfriend wore the same size. Presumably he still does, but he went back to Canada. I now own a new pair of skate shoes and some hiking shoes. And there are some football (soccer) cleats in a closet somewhere with my name on them as well. Ridiculous.

No, I don't skate. I haven't picked that up yet. But they are comfy shoes and perfect when you have to slip your shoes on and off again with such frequency. Does that make me a poser? I don't know. What if you wear running shoes, but don't run? Or ski boots if you don't ski? Well, here you likely have other issues.

I don't need six pairs of footwear, seven including the cleats I don't quite possess. One for every day of the week. This is absurd. And I still need some dress shoes. It's getting harder and harder every time I switch hotels. I hope I can find a more permanent abode. I have more shoes than socks and that's just plain silly. Golly jee willikers.