Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Them: Pa, please, buy me a new pair of shoes! Mine’s already (just bought last week) old! There are stains already, so I won’t be able to use it anymore! Pa, please! Buy me a new one!
DAD: nods an “NO.”
DAD: Son, please, buy a new pair of shoes, yours is already torn, old and the soles are already saying “hi!,” you shouldn’t be using that anymore! Son please! Buy a new one!
ME: nods a “NO.”
For some reason, I’m not fond of shoes, and I’m not sure if my parents were blessed to have me as their kid, because instead of getting irritated of sons asking their parents to buy them new shoes, my parents (and siblings) actually are the ones getting embarrassed with my shoes.
I like my shoes, the older the better, my feet loves getting used to old shoes. I don’t like the feeling of walking new shoes, and I definitely don’t like the feeling of people looking at my foot because of the new shoes (Haller!? May mukha ako!?)
My MMK moment was with my sister when she was about to get married and because during that time I love my big titanic-like shoes, but it was old enough to be thrown in the garbage, she said, “Mamili ka, bibili ka ng sapatos o hindi ka pupunta sa kasal ko!” (“You choose, you will buy a new pair of shoes or you will not attend my wedding!”) I love my sister; so my dad and I went to the nearest town mall (Olivarez Plaza) and bought the simplest, most inexpensive leather I-will-only-wear-for-my-sister’s-wedding-shoes.
During high school until college, I maintain at least 2-3 shoes; rubber and leather, other than that, I don’t really think of the need to have more shoes since I don’t care what to wear, as long as I have something to wear, am good.
Another issue I have with shoes is that people tend to envy my shoes; for one, I don’t buy them, they’re all hand me downs of my cousins, and since they’re the one who owns the cool, up to date, fashionable shoes, I get some of their blessings.
However, for some reason, last December, there were a couple of shoes in Girbaud that caught my attention, but since 1)I don’t have the budget, 2)I don’t see the use of the (casual)shoes , I didn’t buy it.
Right now, husband and I get into arguments because of that; he wants me to buy new shoes, but since I don’t have the budget, I don’t. The crocodile pair of leather shoes is already saying “let me rest in peace.”
Not right now, I still have 3 reserved shoes at my rack; the zombie shoes, the titanic shoes, and the rock shoes. Try to imagine why I described those as such.
*images captured from oddee.com