Go back aboot a dozen pages, i tell aboot a story of why i have a complex and why i hoard sneakers as an adult.
Short story short, i went thru the same thing (my mom couldnt afford shoes for me that summer so the kids clowned me to no end for half a year by wearing the same shoes i had in 6th going into the 7th).
One day i remember the kids were clowning on me cuz my shoes were talking (they eventually tore at the toe box) at the end of gym class.
My ass was so embarassed cuz they did in front of a girl i had crush on. I couldnt take it no more, felt humiliated and just starting balling my eyes out.
As i ran towards the door, i recall wiping my tears and screaming out, “One day, ill have the cool shoes, you’ll see!!”
I slammed the door and suppressed the rest of my memories of what was left of that school year before transferring to another school for 8th grade.
Kids are cruel and the trauma can follow you until your adult hood (or even death).
Now i dont know how to explain to women i take home why rooms look like a footlocker stock room.
Man if those kids could see me now.
*sniffles*
Im aite.
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I feel that unless you are a big person, the regular air cushioning isn't that comfortable.
