If my shoes could talk...

If my shoes could talk then they would tell you how bad it is to walk in my shoes, how probably unlikely you would be able to survive what I have gone through. I know you might think I am sitting here victimizing myself. Well I am...I have a darn flu that made me sneeze five times in a row...ahem intervals of course...and my window at work is busted yes...As I write this, I feel a draft of extremely cold air, nope and I can't deal with that, I will have to get ghetto on that monsterfarter (deemed inappropriate to swear in the first times).
Now back to my shoes, they actually talk and I got them Fixed so many times, and I will get them fixed again, until I can't fix them anymore. I keep them as a memory. The last time I walked the streets of Nairobi, prancing through Adams looking for the last products...*sigh*.

If my shoes could tell you that I have a huge problem and I have been trying to handle it then you would probably know how hard life is when you feel uncomfortable. I wear my shoes because they make me comfortable, one less pain to think about. I feel right but I feel wrong but the right feels much heavier when I wear my talking shoes. And I am only human, I think we all search for a little comfortability when facing a problem, well I think I found mine...And you?

Somewhere along the line I got so comfortable that I forgot myself and thought pffft screw the world...or as Peter would say "screw your feelings", so I judged and ended up taking someone for granted, someone who has been walking for me, with me and beside me for a short/long period of time. But then like any sensible, mean and inconsiderate person, I apologised a million times...well not forgiven. Well unlike my shoes I guess I can't fix everything...
Oh for those who do not get me, my talking shoes are not really talking shoes...oops yeah sorry no magic in here, they just got the sole falling in the front. Go figure!


And i just re-read this and Gosh I am confused...neurons