I’m not sure why, but ever since I was a little kid, one of the first things I would do each day is put on my shoes. To this day part of getting dressed is putting on my shoes, and my shoes stay on until I’m ready for bed at night. I remember when I first got married and I would get dressed in the morning and as I was putting my shoes on my wife would ask me where I was going. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m just getting dressed” I would reply. She seemed puzzled as to why I would be putting my shoes on just to hang around the house, but after 15 years she’s stopped questioning it.
I’ve got kind of a thing about feet. I don’t mean in like a twisted pervert way, but in the way that feet kind of creep me out. And people with ugly feet, whoa. If you’ve got ugly feet keep those things away from me, and for goodness sake keep your freaking shoes on. It always bugs the crap out of me when I have people over to the house and they take their shoes off to get comfortable. Now it’s not that I don’t want guests in my house to be comfortable, but… Check me out. I sitting right over here, I’m comfortable, and I still have my shoes on.
There is nothing worse than ugly feet, and even the best feet are nothing to be proud of. I know there are people who are REALLY into feet, and I just don’t get it. In fact a friend of mine has another friend whom I’ve never met thankfully who has a crazy foot fetish. The dude will pay women money to come over to his house and walk on him while he lays down on the floor. Now THAT’S some crazy shit if you ask me.
Anyway what got me thinking about this whole subject today was seeing a couple of women in my office wearing toe rings today. What’s up with toe rings? What possible purpose can a toe ring serve? Are you really trying to draw attention to your feet? Are toe rings some sort of secret code for the foot fetishist club, sort of like rainbow bumper stickers are for gay people?
It may be that some questions are better left unanswered, but if you are a toe ring person or know someone who is, let me know what the heck is going on.
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