Haha not really because I'm not an idiot.
My post today is about nothing.
So a few weeks ago I got an event invitation to Tom's A Day Without Shoes. I thought this sounded like a really fun challenge and I immediately accepted. I was totally down for walking across campus barefoot and feeling like a badass in class. Well the day finally came around (today) and I started to have my doubts. Who else is doing this day without shoes? Will anyone get what I'm doing? Also it's really cold. But whatever, I decided to stick it out.
I got ready fro my 9am lecture and decided to throw a pair of moccasins into my backpack just in case. Then I walked out of my building onto the cold concrete and took a deep breath. This was gonna suck. When I got on my bike I realized I had never noticed how freaking sharp and made of knives my pedals were. Whatever, I'm fine. Then as I'm riding I do not see a single person barefoot other than myself and it occurs to me that I look crazy. Plus my feet are freezing in the 35 degree wind to the point where they feel hot. Next it occurs to me that if anyone asks about why I am not wearing shoes I have very little to tell them about the cause. I don't even own Toms. I feel like a fool and put my shoes back on as soon as I reach my class.
That was a story about a lack of commitment.
A lot of times I feel it unnecessary to go to class. No one's gonna notice anyway, so I don't. I've been trying to change that recently and turn over a new leaf. Today I had my backpack all packed when I went to lunch and was going to leave from eating to my calc discussion. When I got up at a quarter til my friend Rachel said "look at you going to class on time". For some reason this just felt so wrong and I decided that I wanted nothing more than a nap. So I went and took one.
That was another story of a lack of commitment.
Last Thursday I played in an intermural soccer game and got my ankle destroyed by a guy much bigger than me. It swelled up instantly and hurt so bad the next day that I didn't go to my classes and got it x-rayed instead (it's fine, just really bruised). My foot is still a dark purple and hasn't resturned to its normal size but I my team was scrimmaging today and I wanted nothing more than to join them. My ankle started hruting as soon as I started running but I ended up playing for almost 45 minutes before I just couldn't take how much it hurt.
This is a story about too much commitment to the wrong things.
Priorities are hard.