26 June 2008

11 breaking up is hard to do


i have these yellow shoes. you know the yellow shoes. we've talked about the yellow shoes before.

the yellow shoes were the result of some croftie-condoned retail therapy after the dumping by the L9. there were the practical round-toed comfy tortishell heels and then... the yellow shoes.

yellow patent pointy-toed shoes.

even years down the road they still practically scream I AM RECENTLY OUT OF AN EXCEEDINGLY STUPID RELATIONSHIP THAT WAS A TOTAL WASTE OF TIME AND NEED TO FEEL BETTER ABOUT MYSELF SO I HAVE TURNED TO SHOES FOR LOVE!

the yellow shoes are so cute. so insoucient. so whimsical. madcap even. and they garner compliments at every turn. and yet, like most failing relationships, the yellow shoes hurt like hell. as in, they hurt even when sitting down.

in college, when i spent long weekend nights waiting tables, for hours after the flurry, whenever i sat down it felt like i was still moving. the yellow shoes produce this same sensation after about a minute and a half, sans the tips.

which means they're almost kind of not worth it. because even though something is cute as hell, if your automatic response to any and all compliments is thankyoutheyhurtlikethedevil, it's probably time to say goodbye.

that said, i won't. i will wear them and i will curse them and i will wear them again. because i am a silly girl and because they are the yellow shoes. which means nothing and yet says it all.

11 comments:

Linda said...

and like any good friend, if you need help actually severing ties when you finally decide that the relationship is unhealthy (literally. you have ouchies.), I will be here to help.

love,
counselorda

oline said...

hmmm, maybe they'd fit you...

Linda said...

i, unfortunately, have their green peep toe cousins.

oline said...

there seems to be a colored shoe trend here. which isn't at all racist.

Les Savy Ferd said...

high heels always remind me of hooves.

oline said...

does that mean they render us tall and graceful like horses? or stumpty and frightful like an aardvark?

on an unrelated sidenote: i woke up with "if i could turn back time" blaring in my head. make it go awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

oline said...

and yes. stumpty.

Les Savy Ferd said...

excellent usage of the oft-maligned adjective stumpty.

and i was mostly thinking of satyr-like creatures, altering the way you walk minus the hairy pantaloons. But let's not--if I could turn back time--what the, where did that come from, i just can't control it--if I could find a waaaaaay...--what have you done!

oline said...

if i could reach the stars!

Linda said...

I don't know what just happened, but I think everytime I hear cher now, my feet will hurt.

s.h.e. said...

and yet, my heart will go on...
to quote yet another gay icon of our short-lived time.
it's sorta sad how our friendship has managed to experience all the homo-pop culture moments that will be heralded/cursed for the rest of our lifetime. if only i had known this during mrs. reynolds' "charismatic individuals" assignment, i would have totally dressed up as cher/celine/bette midler and would've wiped the floor (yet again) with jackie o's ass. ahh...good times.

oh, and i like the yellow shoes, regardless of how much they hurt. hopefully, they will never be the "i've broken up with my boyfriend, leave me alone, i'm depressed and wearing bright yellow shoes to distract you from my sad puffy eyes and gaunt cheekbones" kinda shoes. something tells me, you're not ever going to go through that phase. however, i do have my orange/brown converses to do just that for me, especially on the days i feel oh so lonely and deprived of love.