Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Finally bought some new footwear this weekend. The trainers I’ve been wearing for about 13 months now, I bought for Tenerife on the basis that they were very cheap and I could easily destroy them on the beach without fear of wasting money. I never expected them to last this long, but footwear falls into the category of “non-essential purchase” for me, which is to say, I use them until they’re fucked, and then a bit more just to make sure they’re totally fucked.

This is them last September. This is them a couple of months ago when I realised they were fucked, as splits started appearing in the side and the decorative colours on the soles started flapping off. I finally admitted they were totally fucked when the rains started the other week, and when I went out one lunchtime I discovered my feet were soaking wet from water seeping in, and then I kept slipping because there was no tread left on the soles.

Their replacements are boots not unlike those in the first picture. I haven’t been totally dissatisfied with a return to trainers, so maybe if I get the inclination I might get myself a third pair of shoes for the first time in about a decade, and have both trainers and boots, and some good shoes, as opposed to only 2 of the 3. I think I’m a bit more of a boots than trainers person. Jackboots, that is. Perhaps I’ll go wild and get myself some obscenely expensive trainers while I’ve got the income for it, before I get too old for that sort of thing. I know what you’re probably thinking, though, but I’m just not the Converse type.