Do my feet look funny? Is there something wrong with the genes that Mom and Dad passed on to me? I know my feet are getting bigger and bigger because they are burden with all the weight of my body that maybe is getting bigger and bigger either? But it’s not my fault to make my feet suffering so much; it’s just about the funky but stupid shoes that drive me crazy. Last time when I stopped by a chemistry shop, I found a kind of foot gel or spray which could be used to relive the pain of feet from long time standing or walking. The name is “party feet” or something like that. What kind of stuff would that be? I am just a little bit curious about it.

Well, hunting a pair of suitable shoes is even harder than hunting an appropriate marriage. My husband is a better example. In his first 30 years, he had to squeeze his feet to some distorted shape and then get them into the smaller shoes. What a miserable life! Well in the recent 5-6 years, he has been released from the cage of the Mini Kingdom, but he started to suffer from a kind of syndrome I call it “big shoes fetish”. He would not miss every pair of shoes that fit his feet, no matter when and what purpose we go for a shopping. He has already made a massive collection so far. And he is so satisfied with his hunting that every time when he picks one and put them on, he would say “luckily I made a right decision…” I suspect that he would sleep with his suitable shoes if I were not there.

I wouldn’t possibly find my shoes collection enjoyable. I would rather not wear any shoes if I could. I also hate socks; well it’s another issue we used to have some argument about.