No, I’m not going to be making it a habit to put animal names on my titles. It’s not my fault, but I apologize. Or as SOME people say… “apologise”. I honestly don’t know what the correct term is, but in the US it’s “apologize”, though both may be allowed.
Dictionary.com, people.
It says both are correct. Rationalise and Rationalize are also correct. I DO hope all you wonderful English-speaking folk will be able to look past these small cultural differences. I mean no disrespect to your language. lol.
Moving on! Yes, my colorful sneakers. I don’t know, man. They seem to steal the spotlight all the time. I thought it was really flattering when people complimented me (or gave me evil snares, and yes, I HAVE gotten evil snares), but now I’m beginning to envy them.
When I went to New York, a lot of people would talk to me because of my shoes and stuff. I found it really neat lol. I was walking down the street in wonderful NY, and I hear this woman say “Honey, look at his shoes.” Since I obviously knew she was talking about me, I turned around and alas there was this young woman and her boyfriend/husband looking at my shoes. So, she sees me and goes “I like your shoes!”
“Thanks!”
It hasn’t gotten any better. Last Sunday, one of my friends introduced me to her boyfriend. He speaks English only, and since I know English I decided to be nice and talk to him so he could feel a bit more comfortable in this Spanish-speaking island.
-”It’s nice to meet you, Sam!”
-”You too. Nice shoes! They’re like 0.0″
O.o
And that’s when I realized I was being used by my sneakers. All this time, I thought I had chosen THEM, but in reality it was my sneakers who had chosen me. They had chosen me since the beginning of time as a mere tool to take them places. They use me to meet people and to get compliments. It’s all about them. People don’t really care about what I’M like, they just like my shoes. Life is so superficial like that.
SOOO… I’ve decided to donate them to someone who doesn’t walk alot. That way those stupid evil Pumas won’t be able to go on with their master plan of conquering people’s attention. They will die old and new-looking inside someone’s closet. With a little bit of luck, I will be able to find someone who works at a farm. That way, the Pumas will have to work around animal feces all the time. They would stink. And no one would care about them. THEN, they’d be sorry about using me.
And since I feel like a mad man, talking about inanimate objects as something with a mission and a plan, I will say goodnight to everyone. Sleep deprivation can do strange things to a person. Also, it’s the fact that my brain hasn’t had rest since January. Which really sucks. So yeah, in conclusion, my shoes are not evil, they do not have a plan to conquer people, they do not use me, and I am not giving them away. They are just attention-worthy. It’s probably because very few people on this island walk around with multi-colored shoes. lol… suckers all of them. They know not what they are missing out on.
Updated 6.25.06: Here are the shoes/sneakers/trainers. Since I am from Puerto Rico and am educated under the United States’ variation of English, I will call them as I wish.
…. and this one was taken in New York, the same day the girl on the street complimented me.
