Black Shoes

While we’re on the subject, I realized that my generational habit of keeping things you might need has a convex side. The other side of the coin collection. (Seriously, was I the only person told to collect state quarters as a child?)

I also keep things that I never want to use. Do you have a box of tangled unknown cables that you carry from apartment to apartment? Or maybe snow boots 1.5 sizes too big? Do you also keep things so you don’t have to buy new ones, in case you ever need it?

I’ve always heard people say, the second you give that away, you’ll need it. As a recovering southerner, I’ve developed a lot of superstitions based on the sayings I’ve heard my whole life. As soon as you get rid of something, you’ll need it. You’re just tempting fate here, mate. 

That’s why I keep a pair a black pinchy flats.  I don’t like flats or wearing black, even at work as a stage technician. I especially don’t like dress shoes, if you don’t buy ‘em, you have an excuse not to dress up. But I bought them as a sacrifice, to show that I was making an effort. 

I bought them to wear to attend two funerals in two days, and I hate them. But I keep them. Not even in my storage unit. In my closet with all my bright colored sneakers and expensive boots. Because the second I get rid of my funeral shoes, I might need them again.