Footwear.
So I was walking to my Ahma's house with my trusty old slippers in the rain. No, it's not that I'm emo or depressed or what, but because it was a light drizzle and light drizzles can't make me sicker than I already am in the mind.
Why am I talking about my walk to my Ahma house and why did I talk about my trusty old slippers in the rain? It's because my slippers squelch when sexposed to water. It makes the same noise as those after-a-shower-wear-slippers kind of noise. The squelchy sounds were orgasmic.
Why?
Because it reminded me of times during camps. It's been such a long time since I've been in an actual camp. I used to hate camps, because of one failed P5 camp experience when I was a P5, and I didn't enjoy BURST camp either. In fact, I didn't enjoy going camps at all. I thought it a waste of time, a waste of a few days of my life, those precious hours that would never come back to me no matter how much I beg the hour-glass.
Then it became us running camps. I enjoy running camps, because that means we can take our shower at any hour we want. It was fun, bathing at unearthly hours with everyone else, talking in the toilet which only had us, and...
wearing those squelchy slippers which have survived me for the past camps I've attended, which isn't numerous but quite an amount nevertheless.
So I kept squelching my slippers in the loudest way possible, and it can be quite loud. It'd have been weird if anyone were beside me listening to how much noise the rubber below my soles can make, because friction was appreciated for once in these few weeks(I'm having a persistent bout of abrasion).
I hit the mud on my way. I was reminded of my shoes, and how much they experience with me. I believe that footwear should be given more recognition and more appreciation than they are right now. Like, shoes shouldn't be worn to school. Shoes are meant for greater things, like camps, excursions, hikes. Wearing shoes to school only to wear them back home on the public/private transport we have.
I never liked new shoes. I never like things that haven't seen fire. I don't want to wear my shoes out in school. I want to let my shoes do more than protect my soles when I go to school. I want them to smell life. Like the hike to CCAC, I have those shoes which failed me eventually. They got completely destroyed(partly due to kayaking too), and well, good for them! They lived a life worthy of tales to share to prosperity.
No one gives shoes enough recognition. It's like Buy And Throw Away. No one really gives a fuck about what they do for us, because we paid for them and we should be paying more attention to what pays for the shoes. Which makes sense but oh well.
I just think that life as a pair of shoes is sad. =\
Something completely unrelated to shoes. Trust.
I think that trust is a very stressful thing. It just is. If you don't know a person well and that person tells you everything about him, including his love life and worries, you'd feel weird right? The stress kicks in: Why is he telling you everything, what does he hope to get from you, and what can you give him?
That is 'trust'. Why would I want to know someone when he suddenly spams me with this shitload of trust? I mean, friendship is a relationship of mutual benefit, if he uses me to such an extent before I use him I won't want to get to know him well enough for him to use me even further, right? I make perfect sense here, applause please.
That's why it's disturbing when some random stranger goes up to you and says 'Hi'. You feel obliged to respond, not because you want to but because it'd be weird and rude not to. But relations would be strained--you forced a reply. Not good.
Trust is therefore a form of stress. You need to know what to do with the knowledge you got, and to what extent you can believe in the source, and to infer what the informant wants you to do with that information. Stress.
-- 9/01/2009 09:06:00 PM
