I have been on a personal mission since the Croc inception that I would never own a pair of Crocs! I don't care how comfortable they are or how convenient they are for gardening or running to the store. I refuse to condone anything that is so heinously against footwear aesthetics.
I was quite saddened to see that my own sister had fallen to the Croc craze. And what is more annoying is my inability to destroy them. They are immune to water, fire, dogs. I could kill an entire family and dispose of the bodies with greater ease than it would take to "off" a pair of Crocs.
I sat alone in her bedroom staring into the closet. I felt defeated, like I was in an episode of The Twilight Zone and I was the only one with good taste.
I avoided the closet the rest of the afternoon.
The next morning we were cleaning her apartment and I needed to make a quick run downstairs to throw away the trash. I only brought a pair of knee-high boots and I didn't want to put forth the effort to put them on. Fine, I'll just slip on the Crocs, quickly run down stairs and never see them again. They would be my mistress, my one run stand.
Can I ask you something? Do you believe in love at first sight?
I don't. But I do believe in a relationship based on fundamental understanding that grows into love. I believe in something deeper than looks. I believe in deep emotional connections; in substance, loyalty and dependability. I believe in Crocs.
My feet feel like they're being hugged every time I slip them on. I imagine it is the same feeling as being blanketed by a cloud, wrapped in love and sprinkled with sunshine dust. I didn't fear abandonment anymore and oddly was cured of my fear of flying, heights and being naked in public.
To all of you who hate Crocs: you are reflecting your own inadequacies and self-esteem issues that have been brewing since childhood. Maybe when you become less superficial about outer appearances you will finally find love!
2 comments:
Hmmm. I cannot get behind the Croc movement. I make an exception for little kids because Crocs are cute on them. Alex always says stuff like, "Hey, what if I got some Crocs?" and I glare and he says he's just joking. He says the same thing about Uggs. I faint.
Skeller, I finally just saw the comment you left on my blog. And I know this is an old post and you might not get around to seeing this comment. But this post and also hearing from you made me smile. Thanks. Miss the good old days more than you know.
Mai
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