Brains in my Feet

All of the following was written on 12/26/09:

Today I was riding in a car to a fancy country club. I was with my family and we were all dressed up to go to my grandma’s country club in Michigan, with one exception… my feet. I had forgotten to pack nice shoes, so my options for footwear were my slippers or my tennis shoes. My family decided that the slippers looked better, so that is what I was wearing. On the way to the country club, everything seemed to be in order except my feet. I don’t know if it’s the same for you, (I only just realized this myself) but my feet play a major role in how I feel. My slips have a distinct feel to them, and it isn’t a country club kind of feel. It’s an open, comfort, leisure kind of feel. As a result of this, I had very mixed feelings about where I was headed for dinner. My head said we were going to the country club, but my feet told me we were going somewhere well known and full of comfort, like my house or my cottage. Furthermore, my feet were warm, so it felt a little like summer time, but I don’t normally wear my slips in the summer, plus my toes were a little cold… so it felt a little like the fall or spring. I was really confused (and amazed by how much my feet influence me).

As previously mentioned (see first blog post), I’m not exactly happy to have a blog (although there are certain people that make me feel better about it). I feel it comes with a certain stereotype, like oooooooh… you’re a blogger. I feel a little like a nineties college geek who blogs about everything he does. This was confirmed recently by my friend Colin. I said I was going to give him a preview of what might be appearing on my blog in about a month and he would see it then, then I revised that statement because I realized he didn’t know about my blog. I then offered to tell him about it but he declined, telling me that he isn’t really the type of person that follows blogs. This was enough for me (luckily for you, despite all of this, I will continue to post). This is also the reason I don’t use twitter. I feel like twitter is blogging on speed, crack, and any other drug you can think of. In other words… it’s really stupid.