Flip Flops: Man's Greatest Invention
There are probably a million things in this life that I am totally fascinated with. There's Europe, Art, Literature, Communications, Cultures, the business mind of the Chinese, how some can actually enjoy Math, and a lot of other stuff. But if there's one that totally gets me wild eyed is how some people, like my mom for instance, stand High Heeled shoes. I have this weird habit of interrogating friends, relatives and even random acquaintances how they get to comfortably walk in those heeled contraptions they call pumps, stilletos and the like. End of the day, I end up with one and the same conclusion: Thank God for flip flops.
About 2 weeks ago, I wrote an entry establishing A.H.H.A or the Anti High Heels Association and nothing has changed about my stand, in fact I think it even grew in confidence. Hehe. But don't get me wrong, it's not like I have or will never wear them because as LCP, there will be more than one ocassion where I would be forced to wear them and even if I will never be excited for those incidents to take place, I can feel it coming. That's why I bought 2 new shoes the other day. A closed one and a ridiculously thin-heeled stilleto. I seriously do not know what came over me.
Dumdedumdedum...
See it's not so much of hating high heels that's preventing me from wearing them, it's my feet refusing to function with them on. I tried to work around my flat footed-ness (if there's such a word) by practicing walking on them but nah, didn't work. I don't even remember how I handled wearing heels to my former College (we had to wear uniforms, yes in college. it was an exclusive catholic school) but then I remembered, for a year I didn't. I stuck to mary jane's and when they imposed that absurd heels policy, I picked something which to my standards were feet-friendly. A two inched wedge type of closed shoe (i'm bad at describing things) so my feet weren't that violated, i'd like to think.
I started my obsession with Flip Flops back in my junior year in HS. My mom didn't like it then, doesn't like it now but it's my thing and she knows damn well there is no chance (at all) that i'd give it up. I love my feet planted firmly on the ground, thankyouverymuch and inasmuch as I really wanna be as "presentable" as those who apparently wear the appropriate footwear (read: NOT flip flops), I honestly don't care.
To date, I have had approximately over a hundred pairs of flip flops that gets trashed and changed in the course of my almost 5-year relationship with mr. flops. Through the years, it has been my most reliable friend aiding me to run, hop, skip, stride and walk while providing me (and my feet) the comfort I (and my feet) deserves.
Flip flops truly is man's greatest invention and if only they could, I know my feet would be nodding like crazy.
3 are miraculously missing, 2 were shanghaied by my sister, about 6 are scattered around my relatives' houses and 2 retired only a few weeks ago.
About 2 weeks ago, I wrote an entry establishing A.H.H.A or the Anti High Heels Association and nothing has changed about my stand, in fact I think it even grew in confidence. Hehe. But don't get me wrong, it's not like I have or will never wear them because as LCP, there will be more than one ocassion where I would be forced to wear them and even if I will never be excited for those incidents to take place, I can feel it coming. That's why I bought 2 new shoes the other day. A closed one and a ridiculously thin-heeled stilleto. I seriously do not know what came over me.
Dumdedumdedum...
See it's not so much of hating high heels that's preventing me from wearing them, it's my feet refusing to function with them on. I tried to work around my flat footed-ness (if there's such a word) by practicing walking on them but nah, didn't work. I don't even remember how I handled wearing heels to my former College (we had to wear uniforms, yes in college. it was an exclusive catholic school) but then I remembered, for a year I didn't. I stuck to mary jane's and when they imposed that absurd heels policy, I picked something which to my standards were feet-friendly. A two inched wedge type of closed shoe (i'm bad at describing things) so my feet weren't that violated, i'd like to think.
I started my obsession with Flip Flops back in my junior year in HS. My mom didn't like it then, doesn't like it now but it's my thing and she knows damn well there is no chance (at all) that i'd give it up. I love my feet planted firmly on the ground, thankyouverymuch and inasmuch as I really wanna be as "presentable" as those who apparently wear the appropriate footwear (read: NOT flip flops), I honestly don't care.
To date, I have had approximately over a hundred pairs of flip flops that gets trashed and changed in the course of my almost 5-year relationship with mr. flops. Through the years, it has been my most reliable friend aiding me to run, hop, skip, stride and walk while providing me (and my feet) the comfort I (and my feet) deserves.
Flip flops truly is man's greatest invention and if only they could, I know my feet would be nodding like crazy.
3 are miraculously missing, 2 were shanghaied by my sister, about 6 are scattered around my relatives' houses and 2 retired only a few weeks ago.
2 Comments:
I need to give you a shoe education sister.
yea, but i've to warn you. countless people have tried. none has ever succeeded. hehe.
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