I have always had a tough time with regard to footwear.
I have trouble getting one my size,I don't even know what size I'm wearing right now.
Usually I go up to a shop and ask for the LARGEST size that they have available and try to make my peace with what's available at that size, meaning I have to make do with stuff I barely like because its the only thing that fits me.
Another reason why I have a tough time dealing with footwear is the fact that, my friends are,how shall I put this, 'jealous' when it comes to my taste in footwear.They just can't get over the fact that I always end up wearing something 'unique'.
Lately the street dogs near my place have also taken up this fetish.How would you feel when you step out of your door in the morning, to find your sandals in tatters.Torn apart without any mercy whatsoever.
You don't want to be that guy. Yet I was that guy.Not once.Not twice .But thrice.(We'll come to why I let it happen thrice later).And its always just the left sandal , never the right.And its never one of my friends or neighbors , its always me.
I've been asking this question a lot lately in my life, WHY ME ?