I went to my friend Jonathan's house today, and together with our classmate, Moses, we worked out at the gym. In my bag was my clothes, plastic bag, towel, protein powder, etc. I was carrying my shoe bag too, which contained the smelliest pair of shoes in the world.
If you've read my post yesterday, you'd know that I went for a damn long run. And that I go for runs almost everyday. How often do you think I get to wash my shoes? And how often do you think I wash my shoes? Zero times. Through rain, puddles, wind, sand, the best and the worst of the elements, I ran through them, and with me, my shoes.
And they're damn smelly. I'm standing on the train, reading my book (this time, it's Kazuo Ishiguro's When We Were Orphans, which is getting good), with my shoe bag between my legs, and I can smell the condition of my shoes. If my shoe was a mammal, it'd be a skunk. If my shoe was a pokemon, it'll be that skunk pokemon whose name I can't recall.
So my thoughts of Pokemon and smelly shoes led to thoughts about evolution and our feet. What if...we evolved into our upright position...just to escape our stinky feet? Us, Human Beings, are the only creatures on this planet which are bipedal. Our ancestors walked, or scurried, on all fours. Then they thought, holy shit, our feet are smelly. And then they focused millions of years of evolution and ta-da, we're standing on two feet.
Nice theory, no? And that's a wrap!
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