Randomly, during exam invigilation, it struck me that the condition of each student's shoes tells a story.
Those pair of black dirty school shoes. Did no one at home bother to wash them?
The torn pair... was it because it was still wearable, no necessity to waste money on a new pair? But what about personal decorum and image?
The sparkling white pair. I recall that in Secondary school, I would slather one layer after layer of shoe polish. So much that when i stamp my feet, the excess powder blooms around my feet. White shoes made me proud. Portrayed me as a clean and neat student. Maybe, it was all but a facade. Times when laziness overtook the washing of the shoe, shoe polish came to the rescue to mask dirt? Which stranger would ever know?
Those clean white pairs on the students' feet... someone caring must have taken real good care of them. Could even have been a domestic helper. People rely on domestic helpers nowadays? Its inevitable sometimes, when both parents are working full-time.
The gigantic looking pair, one foot with a big cast in it... what accident might have happened? Would the injury ever heal? Was it uncomfortable a little wee bit walking around in such bulky shoes? Did other students look upon you in curiosity, all the time?
A stereotype of clean white shoes characterize a student who is bothered about attending school, with a fresh start every week on Monday... while dirty black shoes portray the image that the student plays soccer after school and throws his shoes aside at home, hence the footprints and overlapping dirt...
Haha and I wonder about the unique stories drawn beneath each shoeprint.
Do people ever think these nitty-gritties like me?
On another note, often times, I feel my insecurities burgeoning. I talk to people about it. There's no solution. I do not expect it, because this problem is innate and a change in my mentality could rectify it.
I just wanna end the post with some quotes Ive learnt recently...
"I feel that I was a more confident person before I got attached"
Friend was really encouraging and told me "It is very reasonable to think this way and it(s okay)..."
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