Today I wore shoes and socks for the first time in months, and it wasn't pleasant.
I mean, I knew that this day had to come. It just happens around this time of year. It wasn't that it was going to be frigidly awful outside. On the contrary - it was going to be sixty-something degrees. But... it was supposed to rain all day.
Now, wearing flip flops is one of my favorite things to do. Ever. I love flip flops that much. I have several pair of Reefs, and they are comfortable and arch-supporting, and completely the opposite of the plastic three-dollar pairs at Old Navy. I wear them into the ground (I still have a pair purchased in 1996, and I am totally serious about this). They are amazing!
But wearing flip flops - any flip flops - in the rain? Not fun. It's fine for running to your car, or for short errands, but when it comes to walking two miles home in the rain? That is a difficult, slippery, enraging walk. One that I would not wish on my WORST ENEMY.
So when the day comes when I must throw my Reefs in the corner and put on actual socks and shoes, it's... well, it's a little depressing.
So there I was, running late for work (because... do you know me? It's pretty much my m.o.), and lo! By looking outside, I determined that flip flops are simply not an option. For the first time in months, I dug in the closet for a pair of sneakers, freeing them from their solitude (but hey, at least they had each other, right?), and prepared them for their big day.
As I walked to the bus, things got irritating. My feet were hot. The laces were constricting. My feet were getting angry, and there was nothing I could do! The socks were a foreign fabric, enveloping my feet, and all they wanted was to burst from the shoes and run around as nature intended.
So it was a rough day, is what I'm saying.