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Thou shalt not mess with thy neighbour’s right to shoe

Thou shalt not mess with thy neighbour’s right to shoe


To shoe or not to shoe is no longer a matter of choice. All that’s left is the almighty shoe. Shoe here, shoe there, shoe everywhere. Show thy shoes, for they will be the cause of your judgement! Shoes might be a girl’s best friends, together with diamonds, and if we’re talking about diamond shoes even better. But when it comes to a woman, shoes are her pedestal.

Flats, wedges, stilettos, pumps, boots, tennis shoes, sandals, it doesn’t really matter, because the magnitude of the heel is not the measure of the pedestal. Shoes go fairly well with style and even better with a little bit of attitude. You can’t just walk in the shoes. They’re yours only if you make them yours. Nobody else will do it for you, just so you know.

You can tell from a mile whether the relationship between a lady and her shoes is a long-term please & prance, or a just use & abuse (in)commodity. A pair of shoes will respect and care for you and subsequently your lovely feet, soles and toes as long as you show the same dignified respect. The non-believers, pragmatics and overly sarcastic bunches might think that this is a very good metaphorical joke. It actually isn’t!

Now let’s do an exercise of imagination, everyone.

Assume you are, hypothetically speaking, in a shoe store. And not the Al Bundy type of shoe store, but the bright lights, leather smell and well-organized facility. You are completely mesmerized by being surrounded by so many pairs of shoes. Elegant, casual, sport, it doesn’t really matter. It’s your moment on shoe symbiosis.

You try to keep it cool and avoid drooling on the exhibited shoes, but a good woman in “shoe fever” can only take so much. So you start trying them on, and on, and on. It’s a kinda magic, I shit you not! You even receive professional and sincere pieces of advice from the shoe rep.

Not those one. The soles are not looking very good. Ok! I’ll take your word for it, but the electric blue almost convinced me.

Again, hypothetically, you are there having your shoe orgy and he comes along to help you decide.

So which ones do you like best?

Well, the brown ones.

But don’t you have another two pairs?

I do.

So, you don’t need more, right?

Oh, but I do, I really really do!

You can see his face frowning with confusion and misunderstanding, while in your mind an idea is born: Thou shalt not mess with thy neighbour’s right to shoe! Not now, no ever! Amen!

In the end you buy both pairs of shoes. Because you can and you want them. You are smart and sensible enough to know that the whole “I need shoes” discourse meets your need for attention more than your need for shoes.

He is puzzled as you walk out of the store flaunting the shoe bags. You turn to him, smile trying to look for your zen which seems to have gotten lost in-between the shoe try-outs and the frowning, take him by the hand and walk towards right into the sunset. He will get it eventually… hypothetically speaking…

Relationship Limbo

Relationship Limbo

So you have a ship and you’re steering it together with somebody else. A rather important somebody else. For you, cuz (s)he’s making your stomach seem like a butterfly factory. The sea is calm and you sail away into the sunset. You wake up to share the sunrises over a cup of coffee. You laugh, you cry, you shout, you play, you splash, you toss, you turn, you love. And it’s great for a while. It seems like you have never felt like this before in your lifetime.

So you hold on to it and put in it all your energy, love and passion. You make it work. The ship is sailing on wavy waters, but you don’t worry about setting a direction because freedom is your fix. You can’t live without it and the idea that you found somebody who feels the same way is hard to grasp. It’s the first time you spend so much time with another person. Feeling her/his every breath, every move, every blink and letting yourself felt by her/him.

As you are having the time of your life, clouds crowd up in the sky. You don’t know how to swim, but (s)he promised since (s)he first put eyes on you that in case of stormy waters (s)he will save you. The ship starts shaking, but you’re not scared. You have your love who will protect and watch over you. (S)He says that (s)he will go up the flagpole to untie the veils so you can go faster through the storm and reach the clear waters at once.

But you can’t swim?! What if a wave comes and sweeps you off the deck? You receive a pat on the back and a hug that everything will be ok. (S)He’s up and you’re down. (S)He can see the clear waters from the top of the flagpole and decides to stay there until the end of the storm. You are sliding on the deck trying to hold on to the helm while counting your blessings. Up is hope, laughter and high. Down is despair, crying for help and pitch black.

Somewhere in between your tears and shouts you stop to think why doesn’t (s)he get down to check on you, as (s)he promised? Is it really that interesting up there? More important than you and the promise made? The storm is about to finish. The skies are clearing out. You lie on the deck exhausted. A rainbow appears on the horizon, but your eyes are wide shut. All you can see is the wet timber of the deck. The raindrops start trembling on the deck as (s)he gets down from the flagpole and comes towards you.

Wasn’t it the best storm of your life? (s)he says in exaltation.

I trusted you and you left me here all alone surrounded by water, you whisper.

I told you I had to untie the veils. I did it for us, so we could go faster through the storm and enjoy the rainbow, (s)he justified.

You did it for yourself. I saw no rainbow. All I saw was me scared shitless, waiting for you on the deck. You don’t deserve my trust. It’s clear to me that you like storms much than you like or love me, you replied in disappointment.

Fine, if that’s how you see things, I’m off… And so (s)he was into the sunset.

You lifted yourself from the wooden floor and didn’t even feel the urge to stop her/him, so you waved good-bye. At last you could smell the freshness in the air. And look at that rainbow!