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There is just something about food that I know is made by other people to feed someone else—rather than by big machines as a 'product'—some element, some reminder that can pull me out of a bad day. Food is food is food, yes, but see this pint of ice cream with the label stuck on crooked? This little overpriced container of hummus I know to have been made by someone I've probably met? That big carton of Italian Ice with 'MANGO' written on it in Sharpie, sitting in the freezer of the candy shop downtown? Even though they're not made with me in mind, even though they're probably not made with anyone specifically in mind, the very idea that someone else made this and I am eating it can help a lot.
The above paragraph is no longer as true as it was when I wrote it five hours ago.
What really, truly helps me on a bad day is sitting down and putting on my high-heeled shoes. Just thinking about them helps: they're black leather, not patent but kind of shiny, four-inch heel with 3/4-inch platform, almond toes, stiletto heels, ankle boots with a zipper up the side. They fit just right, socks or no socks, though my feet do get a bit sweaty without. High heels, zippers, platforms, a close fit: all these things give an illusion of support and stability, and the illusion is just real enough.
I bought these shoes four days ago, and already they are worth more than I paid for them.
( Tangentially related to the second paragraph )
Now off to watch the second episode of the Ouran drama & let my eyes dry out a bit. And then maybe some late dinner.
ETA: . . . without subs, again. At least I'm getting plenty of listening practice?
The above paragraph is no longer as true as it was when I wrote it five hours ago.
What really, truly helps me on a bad day is sitting down and putting on my high-heeled shoes. Just thinking about them helps: they're black leather, not patent but kind of shiny, four-inch heel with 3/4-inch platform, almond toes, stiletto heels, ankle boots with a zipper up the side. They fit just right, socks or no socks, though my feet do get a bit sweaty without. High heels, zippers, platforms, a close fit: all these things give an illusion of support and stability, and the illusion is just real enough.
I bought these shoes four days ago, and already they are worth more than I paid for them.
( Tangentially related to the second paragraph )
Now off to watch the second episode of the Ouran drama & let my eyes dry out a bit. And then maybe some late dinner.
ETA: . . . without subs, again. At least I'm getting plenty of listening practice?
