My poor, poor feet. They look so abused. Since I’m walking to school everyday now – 40 min. each way – I’ve been trying various pairs of the oodles of shoes I own to see which ones are comfy, and which most decidedly are not. The ratio of good to bad shoes is very poor at this point, and my feet are a real testament to it. They’re red and sore, with many blisters and half-healed blisters. If they could talk, they wouldn’t have very kind words for me right now.
But the real question is, why don’t I have very many pairs of comfortable shoes? I guess it’s cause I like cute, good-looking shoes. And since in Saskatchewan I never really had to walk a long distance to anything, I could handle the uncomfortableness of some of my shoes with no problem. But it is now clear that I will have to revamp my shoes fetish ways. Comfort will now be at the top of my list – who cares about style.
I had an interesting discussion with a Greenpeace activist today. She stopped me outside of the Chapters at the corner of Broadway and Granville on my way to school. She asked me if I had heard of Greenpeace. I said yes. She then made sure that I didn’t think Greenpeace was a political party. I know it isn’t, but I listened anyways. Then she launched into a many minutes long speech about how clearcutting is ruining the earth and creating climate change as there aren’t enough trees to suck in the hazardous fossil fuels created by stupid humans who are too lazy to walk instead of driving their cars, and how Ikea uses 100% reforested wood (wood from clearcutted places that have been reforested is what I think she meant) and how Canada has the largest untouched forests in the world and how we need to keep them. But then she got to the crux of her schpeel, the whole entire reason why she stopped me. She asked if I wanted a membership. I said I’d have to think about it and declined at the present. Well, the sparkle in her eyes and the passion she exuded while telling me all about the perils of clearcutting vanished. She was also physically taken aback – she took a step away from me. She seemed shocked, that I, a person who had silently listened while she was allowed to go on her mellow tirade and seemed so interested would turn down her offer. I kind of felt badly for a second. I felt as if I wasn’t a good person for a second. But then I remembered my poor feet. They’re making a contribution to curb climate change everyday by walking me to school. Granted it’s a small contribution, but a contribution none the less. I then wished the lady a good day, and she wished me one as well and I went on my way, poor feet and all.