Friday, October 14, 2005
the hungry feet syndrome
I hate it when this happens. Or when I witness this syndrome on other people. It's uncomfortable and it's very disorienting. If I see another person with it, the uncomfy-ness somehow resonates. What's unfortunate is that sometimes they themselves don't mind. Urgh.
So what is this hungry feet syndrome? I have observed two scenarios:
Feet hungry for socks. The very disturbing sight and sensation of socks slowly being sucked into the shoe. Every time you take a step, you need to tug it back up again. And the problem with this problem is that it is a recurring one. Furthermore, it's hard to pinpoint the cause of such disorder. Is it the sock? The shoe? The way you walk? This is why I prefer sandals. Less complications.
Feet hungry for pant legs. I see more victims of this rather than the one above. I witness these hapless people almost everyday, and I have to bear with the suffering sight of it until I get to my floor. This will most probably happen when the shoes you are wearing are slip-ons, rarely but could happen if it has an ankle strap, and by its nature, will not happen if your shoes are closed. The tragedy: your pants become eaten and trapped within the jaws of your foot and your shoe. And the result is a very annoyed, unfocused and totally unfashionable you.
And men say they can't see why we ladies have assigned different shoes for specific pants of different materials and lengths? Bah.
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