I’m sort of weird about my feet. I have issues. I don’t like them touched.
I polish them myself and keep them looking just fine, I think–even though my toes are short and stubby and rather like baby carrots. (Last year, though, a nice looking older man came running after me as I was walking out of the 7-11 and told me I have beautiful feet. All I could think was, “pervert!” Nobody has said that to me before or since so I doubt it’s true.)
Also, I can’t stand things between my toes. This means you, flip-flops. I don’t understand how these things are so popular. It’s downright painful having something wedged in my delicate toe-cleavage! They also are sloppy and noisy. But they’re so popular. Every year I think, “hmmm, maybe flip-flops aren’t so bad.” Like somehow, magically, this time I’ll like them. (I think this same thing about my bike seat every year too). So I buy a pair (the only appealing thing is the price. Less than $3 for a pair of shoes? Excellent) and can’t keep them on for more than 30 seconds.
I know just what I need. Some of those Tabi socks that Japanese people wear. Wouldn’t that look dandy?
In the mean time I’ll stick with bare feet. That’s my favorite anyway.