I got the cutest shoes yesterday. They are a goldenrod color with a little strap and some darling loafer like fringe on the round toe. I love these shoes. But no one else does.I come from a world where people always compliment you (me) on clothes. People like what I wear, let's be honest. Friends, strangers, men, women. But, yet, no one has said anything today about my cute outfit! Yes, it goes beyond the shoes. I am also wearing a new dress. You can compliment that too but the shoes are what makes this outfit perfect.
The bathroom.
Because I am wearing such distinct shoes, I went to the downstairs bathroom so no one would know it was me when they saw my shoes (while going to the bathroom may be part of what it means to be alive, that doesn't mean I have to admit to anyone (other than the whole world) that I go to the bathroom at work (or blog at work for that matter)). While I was in the stall, I noticed some words engraved on the door hinge. The words said "Hiney Hider" and the 2 H's were made of a picture of a stall. Funny. Even funnier, I just googled Hiney Hider and all I found were blogs by women about the how silly Hiney Hider is. Then, when I was washing my hands, a woman came in with 2 small dogs. She went in the stall and made them stay by her by petting them with both hands while she peed. All I could see were dogs, hands, and pants around the ankles.
The Olympics.
I am effing in love with the Olympics. Some people judge me for this because China is crazy but I don't care. I love the emotional aspect of it all. I'm probably the only person in the world who watches intense athletic competitions because of the way it makes me feel - aka I cry. I cry when they win, I cry when they loose. I cry when they cry because they won or lost. I cry when they play the National Anthem. I cry when they show highlight reels of Michael Phelps. God, I love it. I wish Micheal Phelps was hotter though. I wish he looked like this:
I am that girl.
Someone just said to me, "Oh, I hear you really like TV". What does that mean? It means someone else told that person that "All Rachel talks about it TV" or "God, if Rachel loves TV so much, why doesn't she marry it?" The worst part is then I wonder if I really do love TV and, if so, is that a bad thing? I guess I'm supposed to go running or read or something instead. Even if I do like TV, I don't want to be known at the girl who likes TV.
I want to be known as the girl with the cute shoes.
The end.
