"One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over YOU."
I have a pair of bad luck shoes.
They're shoes that have seen three bad Ateneo basketball game losses (two only because I figured it might be the shoes), klutz attacks throughout the day, ugly mornings, terrible afternoons and nail-biting news. They're really nice-looking shoes but for some reason, my day goes completely haywire and I'm left with too much on my mind after a day with them on my feet. It's awful.
And because I wore them yesterday, I think the shoes are cursed. And part of it's mystique, I suppose, is that they're cute shoes. I like them, and I always forget about the awful time I had when I wore them last until I wear them again and the cycle happens all over again. True evil.
I don't know what to do. Should I sell the shoes? Pass them on to someone else? Burn them? I mean in the movies, the thing of evil must DIE right?
They're shoes that have seen three bad Ateneo basketball game losses (two only because I figured it might be the shoes), klutz attacks throughout the day, ugly mornings, terrible afternoons and nail-biting news. They're really nice-looking shoes but for some reason, my day goes completely haywire and I'm left with too much on my mind after a day with them on my feet. It's awful.
And because I wore them yesterday, I think the shoes are cursed. And part of it's mystique, I suppose, is that they're cute shoes. I like them, and I always forget about the awful time I had when I wore them last until I wear them again and the cycle happens all over again. True evil.
I don't know what to do. Should I sell the shoes? Pass them on to someone else? Burn them? I mean in the movies, the thing of evil must DIE right?