Renaissance Man
Today, I wore three different pairs of shoes. Not one of them sullied by the simplifying presence of laces.
Which reminds me. Late last winter, a character evidently wrought in the stygian depths of my subconscious appeared in the course of a deeply disquieting dream. This being, my inner critic made manifest, proceeded to unleash upon me a mercilessly vituperative tirade, impugning and deriding my every principle, tenet and belief. It was only when his hitherto unerring aim shifted towards my penchant for slip-on shoes that some dormant spark of defiance ignited within my soul.
Disparage my character as you will, expose my entire weltanschauung for the hollow sham it most assuredly is, if you must. But I continue to stand over my slip-on shoes, in every applicable sense.
Which reminds me. Late last winter, a character evidently wrought in the stygian depths of my subconscious appeared in the course of a deeply disquieting dream. This being, my inner critic made manifest, proceeded to unleash upon me a mercilessly vituperative tirade, impugning and deriding my every principle, tenet and belief. It was only when his hitherto unerring aim shifted towards my penchant for slip-on shoes that some dormant spark of defiance ignited within my soul.
Disparage my character as you will, expose my entire weltanschauung for the hollow sham it most assuredly is, if you must. But I continue to stand over my slip-on shoes, in every applicable sense.