As trite as it can be…I hate my feet. I do not hate, in general…but i have prehistoric feet! Much as I do not care about being a model for AARP. Much as I abhor…classifying persons/people. Putting beings…being human, in a box of good physical attributes and/or bad.
Much as the world will tell me one thing and I unlike, the automated voice on the end of a bill collectors call; Will immediately begin to take the other’s side. Much as all this, and more…I am okay with hating my feet.
9 Stories – JD Salinger
I see you are looking at my feet,” he said to her when car was in motion.
“I beg your pardon?” said the woman.
“I said I see you’re looking at my feet”.
“I beg your pardon. I happened to be looking at the floor,” said the woman, and faced the doors of the car.
“If you want to look at my feet, say so,” said the young man. “But don’t be a God-damned sneak about it.”
“Let me out here, please,” the woman said quickly to the girl operating the car.
The car doors opened and the woman got out without looking back.
“I have two normal feet and I can’t see the slightest God-damned reason why anybody should stare at them,” said the young man.
Some days it would appear that nonsense…Is the only sense that shines through!