I figured it was only right that I finish this tale. As those who have been following my blog for awhile know, I have been obsessed with Converse All-Stars and green ones at that. Throughout the course of gaining and losing two different pairs of green converse for various reasons, I went through a variety of emotions, mostly erratic excitement and the intense depths of disappointment. After a time, in which I often referred to myself in the third person just to cut back on the emotional intensity, I decided they were not all they were cracked up to be. I stopped looking so anxiously.
Then, some months later, I chanced upon some Converse in my exact size. However, they were not green. For a moment, I paused. Should I hold out longer for that perfect pair of shoes? Should I hold onto an ideal that may never be? (At least, within my budget.) I decided to get them. Now I own Converse, but it's not as big a deal as I thought it would be.
I admit, though, I'm a little self-righteous when I see people wearing Target's Converse One-Star. I'm working on that.
And rockin' these. ^_^I got over the fact that shoes make a difference in who you are. No, I would never have verbalized it that way, but in some ways, I so wanted the image that came along with perfect green converse. No, I don't know exactly what the image was I wanted. Maybe a scene kid? Someone cool and confident, who evidently had enough time to tie shoelaces on the way out the door. Seriously! It's kind of an investment that I didn't think of when I got them.
Furthermore, as much as I still love shoes, I've grown out of the stage where I go spastic over them. Until my next pair, of course.
Listening to The Backstreet Boys - Quit Playing Games (With My Heart)