I tweeted about it immediately:
I didn't realize it at the time, but it seems I've expressed this opinion across my many social networks multiple times. Enough for one of my friends to notice and tweet back at me. I was going to launch into a twitter rant, but decided to write about it instead.
It's not flip-flops that enrage me. I love them. I like wearing them. But I've always been a little off put by them. I used to blanch at the Berkenstocks and Tevas of my salad days. I was slightly more comfortable with slides and only came over to flip-flops-when appropriate-recently. Even now, I will eschew from flip-flops the majority of time. But there are a lot of people that don't and I dub them "flip-flop people."
It's "flip-flop people" that raise my ire. I know, this goes against my goalie theory of life (I don't want to stand in anyone's way of reaching their goal of enjoyment and happiness) but there is something about flip-flop people that bother me. You know the kind, the denizens of Hobbiton that feel they can wear flip-flops no matter what the conditions? And it's rarely more than a cry of "Look at me! Look at me!" or more to the point "Look at my feet! Look at my feet!" They are never feet you want to look at. Ever.
Look, I get it. I do. Shoes are so hard. They are so much work. Even loafers and slip-ons.
Plus, people wouldn't get to ask you to tell them the story of the intricate tattoo you had done.
Or compliment how good your pedicure looks.
Or listen to you go on and on about you being a beach person (even though you live hundreds of miles from any real beach) or a summer person.
Or how comfortable they are.
We get it. We're looking at you. You have our attention. Is that what you wanted?
Sorry, I'm rage writing at this point.
I'll end with this. If I see you in public and it's below 70 degrees, if you are wearing flip-flops, I am judging you.
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