sweet surrender...

Sometimes, it feels so incredibly good to just let things go, to let life happen, to not care what other people think and be selfish for once. I look like a real weirdo with my big toe all wrapped up, wearing my cheap flip flops to work with my dress clothes. It’s hard for me to not feel like I look like an idiot when I’m consciously thinking about the state of my feet. But if I force my mind to move on to other things and don’t dwell on it, I’m just fine. Driving home today, I wasn’t too worried about bumping it or anything...maybe it’s just one of those thing where I have to get used to it. Besides, it’s only for two weeks and I know they’ll go by in a flash. This caring about what other people think really bothers me... In so many ways, I don’t care what my co-workers or others think of me (sometimes to the point of my being reckless), but I hate the idea of looking “dumb” or “disabled” or what have you in front of them. Why does this bother me so much? Maybe because it leads to questions I’d rather not answer or makes me feel inferior or something. At least I’m not too much of a snoot...