I find my shoes more interesting than some people...
August 18th 2009 06:49
Recently at a social gathering I found myself amidst a group of people I didn’t know particularly well and I noticed something that possibly makes me sound like the world’s most shallow person. I found my shoes more interesting than most of the people there. Now before you cast judgment, please hear me out.
Firstly, based on past posts, it’s fairly obvious I have a slight fetish for footwear. This already means I am very inclined to think many positive things about shoes, and it also means that when I do attend social outings, I pay careful attention to what goes on my feet. This means that any shoes I am wearing on a night out are (in my mind anyway) pretty fabulous, and are therefore worthy of lots of glances. Or in the case of the social event I’m discussing, more lingering looks.
Secondly, I am actually a very social person. I pride myself on not being a handbag friend or girlfriend, and if I am taken somewhere, I am quite happy being left to my own devices and can get along with most people. I am pretty good at small talk (amazingly I can even converse about things other than shoes! Shocking!) and as a result, I don’t need to be looked after and can generally keep a conversation going more often than not.
So with these two things in mind, I revert back to that night. I found myself working my ass off at this particular soiree to chat to people who weren’t really reciprocating in the conversation department, and if they did provide input, it tended to be in one word answers. Now, I do my best, but there comes a point where even I can’t be bothered trying any more, and that’s when I noticed my line of vision slowly progressing down to my fabulous shoes, which I was wearing for the first time. Now, these patent leather pumps are a gorgeous shade of cream, and everyone who has seen them has commented to me on just how marvelous they are. Men included, and that says something. So I took some time to admire my lovely footwear and ponder how it’s possible that an inanimate object, no matter how pretty, can be of more interest than some friends of my friends.
Perhaps because I picked them myself.
Firstly, based on past posts, it’s fairly obvious I have a slight fetish for footwear. This already means I am very inclined to think many positive things about shoes, and it also means that when I do attend social outings, I pay careful attention to what goes on my feet. This means that any shoes I am wearing on a night out are (in my mind anyway) pretty fabulous, and are therefore worthy of lots of glances. Or in the case of the social event I’m discussing, more lingering looks.
Secondly, I am actually a very social person. I pride myself on not being a handbag friend or girlfriend, and if I am taken somewhere, I am quite happy being left to my own devices and can get along with most people. I am pretty good at small talk (amazingly I can even converse about things other than shoes! Shocking!) and as a result, I don’t need to be looked after and can generally keep a conversation going more often than not.
So with these two things in mind, I revert back to that night. I found myself working my ass off at this particular soiree to chat to people who weren’t really reciprocating in the conversation department, and if they did provide input, it tended to be in one word answers. Now, I do my best, but there comes a point where even I can’t be bothered trying any more, and that’s when I noticed my line of vision slowly progressing down to my fabulous shoes, which I was wearing for the first time. Now, these patent leather pumps are a gorgeous shade of cream, and everyone who has seen them has commented to me on just how marvelous they are. Men included, and that says something. So I took some time to admire my lovely footwear and ponder how it’s possible that an inanimate object, no matter how pretty, can be of more interest than some friends of my friends.
Perhaps because I picked them myself.
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