It’s like schoolies all over again, just a much less good version of it, or worse if you wanted to make it into one word that makes more sense and just plain sounds better. Andrew’s parents have gone away, to where I don’t know, I mean I am sure that I have been told and I am sure that I could just walk back out there and ask Andrew again but I just don’t see the point, because the point is that this is like a second schoolies, except for drinking all the time I am writing this on Andrew’s slow ass computer, and I am currently like around the corner from my house instead of an hour or two drive away.
Recently I have not been wearing shoes or anything when I go out. I mean if I was just going to go to Brett’s house or something to play Xbox, I won’t put shoes on, but I think that my lack of shoes wearing hit it’s peak of itself or however I should put that last sentence when I went to Hannah’s New Years party without shoes, but it’s not like I felt out of place, I mean no one really was wearing shoes. When I am around other people who aren’t wearing shoes I feel fine, like I feel like it’s the norm. I just got back from Port Road with Chris and Tom and not one of us was wearing shoes.
For some reason though, I did not feel like we were being normal without shoes this morning. It was because I realised that every single other person there was wearing shoes, and this is not the first time that this has happened to me. It wasn’t long ago, maybe just a week ago, maybe more, maybe less, but either way, I was at Marion with Chris doing some shopping because I still had some Christmas money, and I realised that we were the only two people there who didn’t have shoes on. I actually felt like a bum, like I felt disgusting walking through a place infested with the shoe wearing public when I was walking through with no shoes, accompanied by my friend who also went shoeless.
Recently I have not been wearing shoes or anything when I go out. I mean if I was just going to go to Brett’s house or something to play Xbox, I won’t put shoes on, but I think that my lack of shoes wearing hit it’s peak of itself or however I should put that last sentence when I went to Hannah’s New Years party without shoes, but it’s not like I felt out of place, I mean no one really was wearing shoes. When I am around other people who aren’t wearing shoes I feel fine, like I feel like it’s the norm. I just got back from Port Road with Chris and Tom and not one of us was wearing shoes.
For some reason though, I did not feel like we were being normal without shoes this morning. It was because I realised that every single other person there was wearing shoes, and this is not the first time that this has happened to me. It wasn’t long ago, maybe just a week ago, maybe more, maybe less, but either way, I was at Marion with Chris doing some shopping because I still had some Christmas money, and I realised that we were the only two people there who didn’t have shoes on. I actually felt like a bum, like I felt disgusting walking through a place infested with the shoe wearing public when I was walking through with no shoes, accompanied by my friend who also went shoeless.
This time was much worse though, and I really don’t know why. I mean it was like this shopping centre which was less of a shopping centre and more of a plaza; Welland Plaza to be precise, accurate, clear-cut, exact, specific, defined, fixed, strict… thank you Microsoft Word synonyms. Anyway, so this place was kind of dero, well not like that, that sounds mean, but compared to Marion it was just lower class. I don’t know why though, but I just felt even worse than I did when we were walking around with no shoes in Marion, and I think that this is due to a few main reasons.
The first reason would have to be the fact that none of us had showered yet, we all were wearing the same clothes as we were wearing the previous day as well, I mean it’s not like someone working at one of the shops in the bloody Welland Plaza would have been like ‘you fucking disgusting disgrace to the human race, you wore that same outfit yesterday, you fucking freak!’ but you know, I knew, so I just felt… shit. Looking around the plaza, it was hard to notice the fact that we were the only ones wearing shoes, and it was even harder to find anyone else who wasn’t wearing shoes, but it was easier to realise that those two sentences really mean the same thing.
The second reason was, well I think anyway, it made it worse because we were just talking about it the whole time, I mean Chris didn’t seem to care or know or anything, I was kind of worried about how fucking disgusting we looked but Tom seemed to be almost freaking out, he was so ashamed of himself and he just didn’t know why we don’t wear shoes like normal people. I mean the pinnacle for me was when I saw this baby in a pram wearing little baby shoes, I mean that baby is not going to be doing any walking, surely he can go barefooted, but he had more decency than all of us.
It’s Hannah’s eighteenth tonight, and I mean, I do have like, what, like eight, nine hours to get ready but I am going to rap this one up, go have a shower, go home, get my shoes and yeah, just be a normal person. I am sick of having black feet, like they are black as all fuck, they look so dirty and I am almost ashamed of myself for letting it get this bad. If you read this though, and you can be bothered, let me know what you think of not wearing shoes, because I am bloody curious if we are normal or if we are actually the bare and black footed freaks that I think we are.
The first reason would have to be the fact that none of us had showered yet, we all were wearing the same clothes as we were wearing the previous day as well, I mean it’s not like someone working at one of the shops in the bloody Welland Plaza would have been like ‘you fucking disgusting disgrace to the human race, you wore that same outfit yesterday, you fucking freak!’ but you know, I knew, so I just felt… shit. Looking around the plaza, it was hard to notice the fact that we were the only ones wearing shoes, and it was even harder to find anyone else who wasn’t wearing shoes, but it was easier to realise that those two sentences really mean the same thing.
The second reason was, well I think anyway, it made it worse because we were just talking about it the whole time, I mean Chris didn’t seem to care or know or anything, I was kind of worried about how fucking disgusting we looked but Tom seemed to be almost freaking out, he was so ashamed of himself and he just didn’t know why we don’t wear shoes like normal people. I mean the pinnacle for me was when I saw this baby in a pram wearing little baby shoes, I mean that baby is not going to be doing any walking, surely he can go barefooted, but he had more decency than all of us.
It’s Hannah’s eighteenth tonight, and I mean, I do have like, what, like eight, nine hours to get ready but I am going to rap this one up, go have a shower, go home, get my shoes and yeah, just be a normal person. I am sick of having black feet, like they are black as all fuck, they look so dirty and I am almost ashamed of myself for letting it get this bad. If you read this though, and you can be bothered, let me know what you think of not wearing shoes, because I am bloody curious if we are normal or if we are actually the bare and black footed freaks that I think we are.
3 comments:
when i see people walking around mitcham shops with no shoes on i find it pretty derro haha.
wtf. this shit is lame my friend.
start wearing shoes or I am not going to ever let you sleep in "the best bed ever" again.
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