Bumbling Bee

I once went shopping with my mum to town. I remember the day was very tedious and all I could think about was going home and snuggling into bed. My mum had walked into a shoe shop and all I could think was "Nooooo!” Sorry to all those fanatics out there about shopping, but let me just say that shoe shopping is the most painful and mundane thing I could ever experience.  Anyway, my mum went straight to the fuzzy slippers, as I sauntered around the shop, looking at the varieties of shoes available, from death-trap stilettos to comfortable flat pumps. As usual, whenever I was bored, I’d start to daydream about inane thoughts until I came across this flamboyant pair of sandals. Feeling nonchalant about it, I tried them on and thought “wow these are nice.” When my mum saw me she frowned, knowing how clumsy and uncoordinated I was, and commented on how she thought I wouldn’t be able to walk in them. She showed me a pair that was so atrocious that I laughed hysterically at her. After a lot of persistence she finally agreed to buy them for me, still unsure. 

I was ecstatic, it wasn’t what I usually would wear give my unbalanced feet, but nonetheless it was something new. I wore them to college the next day, ignoring my mother’s warning, and pranced around in my new shoes. Everyone mumbled their approvals, all expect for my best friend Haleema Tee, who like my mother, was able to read me like an open book. She noted how I wasn't quite able to walk, but I shrugged it off and lied that I was okay. 

The next day followed by and again I wore the sandals, feeling so happy that everyone loved them. I guess my good luck was coming to an end when out of the blue I tumbled down the stairs (thankfully no one was around). Like peeling open a new bottle of milk, the sole of my shoe had come open. So now I was limping around with a piece of my new shoe coming off. I went home and didn't tell my mum about it, dreading the coming argument and the smug “I told you so” – it was inevitable. So like an idiot, I went to college to next day with the broken sandal, since my mother persisted I wear them. Half the day went and I knew I was going to be a health hazard if I didn’t get rid of the shoes fast. As I was limping down the road during my free lesson, once again daydreaming, I stumbled over a rock I didn’t notice and fell forward. The little peeling of the wood came completely off and my sandal was sole-less. So, my dear friends, the moral of the story? Don’t always follow the crowd and lie to yourself each time until you’re convinced enough that you’re one of them. Each covered lie will pile up until it literally knocks the ground from under and trips you over. Also - MUMS KNOW EVERYTHING!

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.