Sole Reason

[syncategorematic]

Last night...

Last night was not a good idea.

Someone once told me not to have one-night stands
because even though it may be beautiful and seem pleasurable
you hate yourself the morning after and regret it
And I didn't understand.

I didn't understand, then.

I understand, now.

retrace your reasons

remember the beauty the deceit the beauty such resemblance to one you truly did love

sigh at a mistake that cannot, now, be fixed,
it can only be let go of and
eventually
heal


It must be just like wearing ill-fitting shoes, isn't it?

My poor dear metatarsals, I am sorry.

Comments

[siderea]

o_O

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the lousy thing is that I walk almost everywhere, so I have very great chances of exacerbating the damage unless I put my feet up.

Damn, those shoes were made by the same company and according to the same design as my favourite sandals of all time, that I've done everything from dancing to rock-climbing in...and I am wallowing in abject misery from a mere three kilometres. How this happens I do not know.

[siderea]

I can't say I've ever had a one-night stand. But knowing me and sex, I can't imagine that I would ever feel about it as regretful as I have felt about some of the shoes I have made the mistake of letting near my feet.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

So my analogy isn't actually sound? :-) Or rather, the advice I refer to was given by someone who had much less experience with foot-torture devices in the name of style, and so would not be able to draw a cogent comparison where regret is concerned. I can just imagine a new simile: "How bad was it?" "It was bad, honey. It was three-km-in-bad-shoes bad." "Three-km-in-3-inch-stilettos-no-padding bad?" "No, just 3-km-with-arch-support-in-the-wrong-place bad, but that's bad enough."

I am trying to milk as much humour out of this situation as I possibly can.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

Having thought about it, I think I'm with you on the sex. As long as there is mutual respect, I cannot imagine regretting it as much. And my shoes had no respect for me.

Well, then we shall banish such disrespectful shoes, and any other work of gods or human beings that does not respect us, swiftly away from us in all four directions.

[snowfox090.livejournal.com]

It took me three rereads, plus skimming the comments, to realize that this -wasn't- actually about sex. I was a very confused fox.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

Then my work is done :D --- my art has achieved the effect I wanted it to achieve.

I just hope I haven't offended anyone who did have "strangers in the night / are even stranger in the morning" encounters that they regret, with my black-humoured jesting about my aching tendons.

Besides, shoes have meant sex in a dozen different ways before; I just added a new one!

[goth-hobbit.livejournal.com]

Actually, I've had one-night stands that I regretted far less than one night in boots with 3 1/2 inch heels.

A bad hook-up can usually be forgotten by simply losing the other person's telephone number; bad shoes will continue to shame you by lurking in the back of the closet until you can bring yourself to get rid of them.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

Whee, o women quietly seditious where my mores are concerned! :-)

I think I am going to have to heat up the knife and cut that relationship very soon.

[athaira9.livejournal.com]

oh you dork.

[indicolite.livejournal.com]

My best and near-oldest friend's sympathy is so very touching. :}