After repetitive prodding from different people, I sort of realized that I really needed new shoes.

Just to sort of show you what I had at the time I made that decision:

This pair served me for perhaps 18 months. I found it lying around, not sure what was its purpose in its miserable life, I took it and wore it, mainly because it was the middle of June, and walking around in a pair of shoes - not quite shoes rather should I say army boots - was quite unpleasant even in Denmark. I think it got so bad that at a certain point even hobos would stop by to say: “dude, you really need new shoes.” (Metaphorically of course.)

My “as long as it sort of covers your body, you don’t need to buy a new one”-policy was simply showing its darker sides.

So one fine day. Two days ago, as a matter fact, the thought striked me to buy new shoes. So quickly, before my logic circuit kicked in, I dragged myself to a shoe store that was clearly aimed at people with women troubles as their slogan went “Chicks Love Shoes.” Right on!

It didn’t take me long to decide between “the lesser of two evils”, try it on, try a different size on, and just see what’s going on. My logic circuit was sort of coming back to life, and I realized that it would make much more sense if I’d went to one of two more stores and check out what they have and although I did find a pair I liked, I could always come back and take them anyway.

So I did a quick check, and saw that I couldn’t really find much that suited my taste. Mostly because of this brand new icky color they have on the soles usually - extremely annoying.

At some point a nice clerk told me (though nicely) “get the fuck out of the store I wanna go home already it’s fucking Friday afternoon” - and so I did.

When I went back to the old store, it was closed. So I just came back and bought that pair of shoes.

An uncomfortable price of 500 DKK - there goes my RAM extension. I’m gonna have to stick to only 256mb RAM.. but of course, there’s always a friendly ad to come to my rescue “chicks love shoes”, I don’t think they love RAM though. Too bad.

Here’s the new pair:

Sexy, nice, smooth, and still sort of elegant.

The relationship I had with my older shoes was amazing though. They were so beaten up that they actually had exactly the shape of my feet. I also had a Tatami-style thing going on with them: I didn’t tie them almost at all at a certain point, I’d just put my feet in and everything will sort of “work out by itself”.

But hey, at least I look like a stylish hobo now..