The Old Shoe

Two blogs two days in a row? *looks around* Where are the flying pigs? The four horseman of the apocalypse? Hmm...*shrugs* I think I'll blame it to the fact that I discovered that I can blog now at work. And since I basically just sit here and read all day at work because we are so busy that nobody comes in, I have plenty of time to do it. (Let's just hope my supervisors don't catch me, and I get in trouble.) Honestly though, most of my supervisors don't really care, so I should be fine. In actuality, it was one of my lead tellers that suggested that I do this specific blog today.

Today I want to talk about an old shoe I used to have.

Several years ago, I saw a shoe at the store. It wasn't my regular type of shoe, but my friend liked it, so he bought it, and wore it for a while. It seemed to suit him pretty well, but I became jealous of his shoe, and wanted it for myself. I expressed my desire to have his shoe, and I probably bugged him a bit by how I admired it. After some time, he got tired of the shoe, and parted with it. I found it a short while later at the DI, and I decided that I should buy it. However, only a short while later, I lost it, and couldn't find it for some time. At the time I was pretty sad that I couldn't wear it any more. But I moved on and returned to the store to find a new shoe to wear. I tried on a few pairs, and I thought I had found a good skate shoe to wear, but alas, my mind continued to think of the old and used shoe, and I couldn't really settle on one that I wanted.

More time passed, and I couldn't believe my eyes when I found the shoe again. I was definitely caught by surprise, and happily put the shoe back on. However, despite my happiness at having the shoe again, and time went on, I discovered that the shoe didn't fit quite as well as before. It gave me blisters and sores all over my foot. Even though it was uncomfortable, I kept wearing it with the belief that it would come through as before. My friends saw me wearing it, and could see how it was hurting my foot, and suggested that I get a new one. I didn't listen, and kept wearing it, and trying not to think about the pain. Time continued on and it really only got worse. I began considering throwing it away and finding a new shoe that would be more comfortable, but for some reason I kept it. That blasted shoe!

One day I went looking for it to give it a good clean up and give it some new laces, but I couldn't find it. I think it had ran away on it's own. (What a strange thing for a shoe to do!) I searched for a while, only to find someone else wearing it. That person I knew had some sort of foot fungus, and it made me want the shoe even less. Somehow and for unexplainable reason, I got the shoe back, and with much hesitation, I put it back on, and continued to wear it.

Something about the shoe felt even more different now. I don't know if it was the foot fungus or what, but something was there. I wondered often if there was a rock in there I couldn't see. On another day, I became so frustrated by the pain from the shoe that I took it off and didn't put it on for a couple days. But the familiarity of it pulled me back, and I couldn't let it go. My brother especially didn't like the shoe, along with the rest of my family. They said it smelled funny, and there were even times that my mother forbid me to wear it. She said there were better shoes to wear.

Finally, one day, I lost the shoe real good. For days and days I looked, but the old shoe was nowhere to be found. I even asked around my friends to see if any of them knew where it was. No such luck. After a few more days, I went to another friend, and he told me that he knew where it was. Someone ELSE was wearing the old shoe. Same guy as before, but it turns out, I was wrong. He didn't have foot fungus, just athletes foot. That was enough for me! I decided that I was finally done with the shoe. I can only stand having it used by others so many times you see.

My foot definitely felt better. Where all of the blisters and sores were healed and after some time, it felt good to walk on it again.

Time wore on, and I found several different shoes that were a lot more comfortable to wear. There were some Air Jordan's that were nice, and I even went to a nerdy converse shoe. Anything was better than that old shoe! I was a bit unfortunate that year though as my shoes wore out pretty quickly, and I went through several pairs as the new ones started to hurt as well.

A couple years later, I couldn't believe it, but I ran into my old shoe again! I thought I wasn't going to have to see it again, but there she was, ah, err...I mean there IT was. I wasn't surprised to see it was still being worn by the guy I previously mentioned. He seemed to like the shoe so much, that he made a smaller one that looked sort of like it. He even had cleaned up the old shoe a bit too. However, the shoe no longer sparked my interest any longer. I couldn't ever see myself wearing that thing again. Nowadays, I hear when people see it, they say, "Isn't that the shoe Andrew used to wear?" and even rumors that I'm still wearing it. Well rest assured, I'm not wearing a painful shoe any longer, nor do I have any desire to. At this moment in my life, I'm looking for the best shoe, and one that doesn't hurt my foot, and treats me well.

I hope you enjoyed that story. I can never forget that story of "The Old Shoe". :D