I'm back. And I think my shoes are racist.

Hopefully my followers (2, oh yea!) weren't too worried about me during my absence. My blogging privileges weren't revoked due to the provocative nature of the Argyle socks post or to the mysticism of my amateur palm reading. I didn't fall down a well either (remember Baby Jessica? ah the memories). Suffice to say, I'm back and I'm ready to blog. Hopefully over the next few weeks I'll be rolling out some awesomeness truly befitting a place in the adventures in awesomeness.

So first my first post, I will share a harsh realization I learned about my footwear recently. After a busy day at work saving children's lives, one of the first things I do upon arriving home to unwind from all the child life saving is take off my shoes. Rather than their appointed place in the closet, my shoes prefer to hang out in the middle of my bedroom. Here is an example:
The shoes (and the slippers) are obviously having a grand time. At the bottom of the pic, the clogs, shoes and slippers are chilling, probably talking about something really trendy and awesome. The cordovan colored shoes at the top are branching out and spending some time with my dirty clothes. All is well, you would think. But no! Trouble is afoot! Pun intended.


The white shoes are off by themselves. Not only that, but they are hanging out in a pile of trash. Well, not actually trash but stationary and such. Now I'm not pointing fingers because as everybody knows it takes two to tango and throwing stones in glass houses is a bad idea (but would you really even throw stones in a normal house, seems like unseemly behavior).

But you start to get a feel for who is doing whom wrong in this one. Granted this is just a glimpse in time, a snapshot if you will, but it sure seems that the Converse is looking longingly over at the other group of shoes. Anyone who has been picked last for kickball (not that I was, I was awesome at kickball) or any other sport or not gotten asked to the dance or had a slushee thrown in their face by the cool kids knows exactly how that shoe feels. And what's worse, the doc marten has completely turned his back on the Converse. Man, that's cold.

So in conclusion, I hope that we all can all learn some valuable life lessons. Hopefully this inspires to look beyond ourselves and our circle of friends to those around us. Maybe there is a Converse trying to get our attention or maybe a Nike running shoe has to sleep in a pile of trash because we won't acknowledge him. Me, I envision a world where all shoes whether sandals or penny loafers, boots or some other random type of shoe, can live together in peace and harmony.