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.