in my shoes

before i knew it, i was in mid-downward flight to the carpet outside the men’s locker room at the gym. i had to break the fall with my elbows and wrists. And I had to look up, disgraced, as onlookers witnessed my inexplicable stumble, tripping over something undetectable. They asked if I was OK. I said I was OK… and it must have been the shoes. i had never worn those shoes before. And I wasn’t used to the treads, which created an imbalance in my gait and a sudden loss of gravity. The onlookers didn’t seem to get it, and asked again if i was sure i was OK. I don’t think they knew what to make of the new shoes story.

But the shoes really were new, and this wasn’t the first time i had tripped over flat smooth surfaces wearing them. i guess i really am still learning how to walk in them. but it’s difficult for other people to understand because they are not in your shoes. I said, if only you could live in my shoes, it would all make sense. knowing full well that if everybody lived in my shoes, it would lead to one calamity after another.

About The Lost Pedestrian

In my wanderings throughout the moments/days/years, I try in earnest to find the mystical within the mundane and the mundane within the mystical, oftentimes confusing one from the other. I have wandered and roamed through many a city, many a town, in a state of wonder and bewilderment, without necessarily going anywhere. I am easily lost, but eventually found. (I am guessing you have just found me). My sincere hope is that you will find Something in this warehouse of thought, memory and false memory, words, numbers, tangents, murmurs, echoes (lots and lots of echoes), voices, dreams, and other paraphernalia.
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