Pleasure and Pain

I wake up and gaze upon them, eagerly considering which pair will be the ones today. I love them, each pair necessary, each pair a welcome addition to the family. I take into consideration the weather, my plans for the day, the anticipated terrain, the possibility of stairs and sidewalks. The options are carefully weighed. Then I choose, selecting a little happy for the day. I saunter out, confident in my choice. I walk to my car, to the train station, to work. Ouch. Why did I pick these? Had I forgotten they hurt my feet there? And there? Oh, wait, now it hurts there. Shit, I forgot I was walking to meet a friend for lunch. Step, ow, expletive, step, ow, expletive. Why didn't I throw flip-flops in my bag? Ow, step, ow, step. I want to go home. I want these off. This sucks. But aren't they pretty? So pretty. Totally worth it when I'm sitting. Ow. Home. Slippers. Much better.

I wake up and gaze upon them, eagerly considering which pair will be the ones today...lesson never learned. But I will consider buying stock in Band-Aids and Neosporin so it won't be a total loss.