Out of Control (May 24, 2019)

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Everyone, at one point or another feels completely helpless. As is all control as been lost and there is no possible way to grasp a situation. Maybe a friend in hurting, or a project is due. Maybe your aunt is sick and even the doctors don’t know what to do. Or, if we’re being honest, it could be as simple as your sock slipping off of you foot inside your shoe.
I wear Toms quite often. They are comfortable, versatile, and most importantly I can wear them to school and work. Every morning I scour my sock drawer for the camouflage socks that go with them. You know, the no-show socks that have the grips on the back and just slightly rise above your toes. The socks that are nearly impossible to find in your overflowing, unorganized sock drawer. But, somehow everyday I manage to find them and throw them on in my rush to get to school after oversleeping.
I drive to school with 98.9 blasting, playing some old country song that I know all the lyrics to. I park and walk the neverending path into school. I go upstairs and sit in A block, everything going as planned; a routine day. That is until I pass from A to B block and I start feeling my bare skin rub against the shoe. With every step, more and more is exposed until snap. The sock has unlatched from my heel and bunches up at the arch of my foot. I can’t stop in the middle of the hallway without getting run over. I can’t effortlessly reach down and fix it. I can’t do anything but walk on. Walk on with a straight face, hiding the mess in my shoes that I have no control over.

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