copperbrick
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I have been reading this thread and debating whether or not to post. My name is Wall-E1 and I am a crocoholic. It started innocently enough. I tried on a pair while shopping, with no intention of buying a pair. They do look ridiculous. I was just trying to be funny. As soon as the soles of my feet caressed the soft perforated rubber of that fabulous shoe, I was hooked. I didn't know what to say to the friends that I was with, but I knew that I would not be leaving the store without a pair of these miraculous creations. I bought that pair of shoes and additional pairs as my addiction progressed. My son, of course, was mortified to be seen in public with his father in Crocs. And yes, I wore socks with them. It was a time of innocence and a time of freedom. As the addiction progressed, I began wearing nothing but Crocs. even if attending a semi-formal affair, there I would be, in my Crocs. I would wear them in the ocean and in the pool. There were nights that I would sleep in them. Eventually, the people closest to me started avoiding me. The Crocs were putting up a wall between me and the people that I cared about most. I promised that I would not wear them anymore, but when I was alone I would slip on the soft, rubbery shoes that I so loved. Eventually, like all good things, the Crocs began to meet their end. Some pairs simply wore out. One pair, our cat urinated on. Apparently, even she had enough of the shoes. Today, I still have one, old worn out pair. I don't wear it, yet I can't part with it.
What a fabulous post! Thanks for your honesty.