I was in the car with my boy, and we always wrap about the most obsolete subjects. I found myself asking, what would I be if I was not into shoes? I layed down a few facts to him that shocked him. I look at shoes about 13 hours a day. There are only 23 hours and 59 minutes in the day and i'm sleep for six to eight of them. Thats crazy, I wake up, pick up my phone and look at ISS. Any new messages? Any new sales posts? Any comments? I switch to the next screen name and do the same thing. I then browse the size 9 to 10.5, other things, and wanted listings throughout the day as well a hit up Niketalk and eBay. Most pages are not as Sidekick friendly as ISS so the sites i browse is limited. By 1pm bars are disappearing out of no where from my battery life. I fall asleep with my phone in my hand with the screen on ISS. Shoes consume my life to the point that it develops an uneasy feeling inside. I say shoes are meaningless. I hunt for a pair, get it and the desire to have it is gone. Not intentionally, it just happens like that.
If i was not into shoes the possibility of my life is endless. Would I be a very studious straight A student? Would i be a lame? I feel my sense of fashion came through my knowledge of shoes. that means no Complex, no nice high quality clothing. That correlates to more saving and less frivolous spending. But hold on there. Shoes have practically provided me with my disposable income. So would I not have as much excess money? On the other hand I went a long period of time with no job because I wanted a shoe gig. That means I could possibly have saved money and had a consistent career at Starbucks or on campus. This thought flip flops from all different angles. The bottom line is, I'm trying to control this obsession and as soon as i think my control has gotten better, I come home with another pair. Like these last two days.
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