In response to Daliyposts “Daily Prompt”: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/08/24/daily-prompt-walk/
Through my life, I have had many shoes.
But actually,when I think of it, I don’t have any specific memory of a certain pair I used to like or hate more or less than another one.
Don’t get me wrong: I love shoes. But only a certain type of shoes and only as long they are relatively new. My Brain seems to have developed an algorithm just for managing my consciousness of shoes:
When I stand in a shop, surrounded by all imaginable interpretations of the term “shoe”, my (usually very bad) sense of direction brutally drags me towards the sneakers-department, while my near-sighted eyes scan the shelfs for just the pair that fits my strict beauty-ideal for shoes best. I like high sneakers with laces, preferably dark ones. As soon as I have spotted a candidate, a more detailed screening begins: Is the shape comfortable? Did the manufacturer remember the existence of small-footed people like me? Does the material feel good? Is the price justified?
Now there are usually less than four candidates left, which will have to prove themselves in the ultimate Test: How comfortable are they? Can you run in them? After that, a winner is clear: That pair of shoes from now on has the honor to serve me. These shoes were made to be the chosen ones.
For the next week, I maintain some sort of romantic relationship towards my shoes. I love wearing them and make sure they don’t get dirty, enjoy every single step I make with them. My blurry memory of how it felt to wear the shoes I previously had are now completely overwritten, while my new pair starts to feel familiar. These shoes were made to please me.
But then my interest starts fading, and my footwear starts receiving the same amount of attention all other objects that i encounter in my daily routine, these shoes were made for walking.
Eventually, at some point I will need new shoes. The endless circle will repeat itself, the mysterious algorithm in my brain will wipe the memories of my previous shoes, except for a few blurred scraps that enter the collective memory of things I associate with the term “shoe“.