I bought shoes at a hardware store for about 400 yen.
That wasn't so stupid, they were serviceable and reasonably priced.
I left them on the black rubber mat in the back of the k-truck while I was in the rice paddy weeding.
That wasn't stupid, it turned out to be genius as they shrunk and fit really really well after that.
I loved them so much I wore them all summer.
And the next summer.
And the NEXT summer.
That wasn't stupid- if you have a great pair of shoes you keep wearing them, right?
The sole got really, really thin.
I stepped on a rose branch pruning and a thorn went through the sole and stuck me.
That was pretty stupid. I should have cleaned up better after pruning.
Then at summer camp I slipped on algae near the river.
That was kind of stupid, I KNOW algae is slippery, I should have avoided it.
Then I slipped on a film of ash on the ground after rain and I started wondering about my stupidity recently. How had I avoided stepping on rose thorns and slipping on algae and slipping on ash so completely until this year only to have all these problems in a couple of months???
Could it be the shoes?
No! Don't be stupid! These are GREAT shoes. My FAVOURITE shoes!
Then today I had a really stupid moment.
I was on my way into work from the carpark in torrential rain.
I slipped on a polished rock paver.
I came down HARD.
I jarred my neck, hit my shoulder, jarred my back, hit my hip and hurt my knee and ankle.
I was also covered in mud from shoulder to toe.
And I had class in 15 minutes.
I (stupidly) wasn't carrying a handkerchief so I had to steal the hand towel from work and do the best I could. I was wet, cold, miserable and embarrassed with a full day of classes ahead of me.
As the day went on the cold and miserableness got better but the aches and pains got worse and I got a headache to boot.
And I was feeling pretty stupid by now.
And as I wore my shoes home and took them off at after school care to get Amy and then appreciated their perfect fit as I drove home and took them off in the genkan I have been mourning my shoes on their last outing. Remembering the good times we've had together and forgiving them for the bad times.
And missing them already even though I haven't thrown them out just yet.
And that IS stupidity.
On both counts.