Shoes

We went through our laundry room to clean it up and throw stuff out. There was a pile of shoes and boots in the room that has annoyed me for a long time. I had a pair of yard-work sneakers in the room, but I made sure to keep them behind the door—out of the way and out of sight.

Back when I was in college, I had one pair of sneakers, one pair of dress shoes, and . . . that’s it. Maybe I had an old pair of sneakers in my closet I just hadn’t thrown out yet. Now, I’m surprised by the number of shoes I have.

– One pair of new sneakers.
– One pair of old sneakers for dirty/sweaty wear.
– One pair of really old sneakers for really rough dirty work. (Probably should just throws these out now.)
– One pair of brown dress shoes.
– One pair of black dress shoes.
– One pair of sandals only for wearing to pool or beach. (I hate sandals.)
– One pair of winter boots that I don’t know where they came from, and I’ve never worn.

I’ve got seven pairs of shoes!? That’s absurd. It makes me feel like my life has spun out of control. My world is all out of order. More than four pairs of shoes is just unreasonable, cluttery, and sloppy

I don’t know how many shoes my wife has. I once tried to count them . . . I won’t try again—that way lies madness.

Bullgrit
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