I'm not a huge fan of feet. I don't know why I don't like feet. Maybe it's because I feel superior to feet. I plod along on them and smash them into the sidewalk everyday. It's like Hey feet, get on my level, you know? I don't get good circulation in my feet (or my hands for that matter), so my feet are always cold. Means I wear a lot of socks. Socks are also useful for covering feet up, because they're gross. If we had socks for our hands they would be called mittens. Nobody wears mittens. Or what about shoes for our hands? I think those are called gloves, except gloves don't have laces. Then again, not all shoes have laces anymore... everyone wears sandals nowadays. I used to not wear sandals. I didn't like to give my feet the satisfaction of being seen in public.
Who decided that we would measure length in feet? It had to have been an American because we're the only country not using the metric system. They don't have feet in the metric system. They have meters. What if we called our feet meters? "Oh man, I broke my meter today. I had to get a cast. It's not so bad. At least my meter is warm now."
It's an undesired symptom
of being told you're wrong
Nobody defends you
and in the end you're not that strong
of being told you're wrong
Nobody defends you
and in the end you're not that strong
Song: "Maybe" by Secondhand Serenade. Acoustic/ emo. Recommended if you like The Early November, The Spill Canvas, basically any of those acoustic bands that are really just one guy who refuses to use a solo moniker. Like Rookie of the Year. Or Dashboard Confessional. Geez, there are more of these "bands" than I realized.
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