It's past my bedtime.

Either you like a shoe, or you don't. Either you think it looks good on you, or you don't. Either you can buy the pair, or you can't. If you have the shoes, and one day you decide you don't like them anymore, you can give them away, sell them, or discard them.

It's so nice and simple. There is no fear, no uncertainty, no ambiguity, no real-life problem involved. A shoe can stroke your ego, but it can't really put you down, because you wouldn't wear a shoe that did that.

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A shoe can look great, but hurt your feet. Is that a real problem? No, that's just you being dumb. Find a shoe that looks good and treats you right.

This metaphor sucks, and I need an uncommonly good fuck.

Edit: For the sake of clarity, I divided this entry (.....) at the point where I moved from contrasting people/relationships and shoes to comparing them (poorly). I didn't intend to draw parallels initially, but I drifted in that direction. That's probably why the change threw people off. Anyway, I'm doing this after the fortieth comment, so it probably won't make a difference to anyone but me.

Did anyone notice

that I was missing an incisor last night? If they did, they were politely quiet about it. My dentist said it's time to switch from ceramic to gold, because the ceramic keeps fracturing. I got all excited, until I realized he just meant the inside part. That's okay. I can become a bald guy with a real gold tooth anytime I want.

Anyway, I have yet another another temp crown in there right now, which looks beautiful compared to an exposed post.