Braintryingtoeruptoutofskull

Has it ever occurered to anyone,whether that be teachers,parents,ect., that perhaps we (meaning all of mankind) have been forced to reach the idea of adulthood before we are mentally or emotionally ready? At the age of eighteen we inherit the responsibility of laws our parents follow, the ability to vote,serve our country and enter into legally binding contracts that have the potential to ruin our lives. In highschool we are taught that the teenage brain is not fully developed,yet as seniors we are pushed to choose a college for our future. This is often a life altering choice. So much is expected out of we teens. How many times have you felt overwhelmed or stretched beyond your limit yet forced to go on, pushing past your emotional and mental limit? Too many times for many of us. Where is the line? And who draws this line? Is it us, the students who are effected and dare I say tortured, who say no to our oppressors? Or is the very people who shove this ideal young adult theory in our minds who draw the line? Yet for all my talk I will go about my day tomrrow as if no epiphany has been made. I will continue to please the oppressors for their benefit.

Preparation

I have borrowed my technique of preparing from those who train for marathons. The runners prepare by running more and more each day. The same can be said for deep sea divers, with each dive comes more feet into the dark abyss. My marathon: 24 hours without shoes. For the past two weeks, close to 300 hours I have been training for TOMS day of no shoes. In the comfort of my own home I shed the protection of rubber, pleather, plastic, and laces for the natural feeling of naked feet. Stepping outside on the concrete is somewhat of a shock to my little piggies. It is when I place my feet on the soil, bare of grass, that I feel the chill. The accumulation of cold days is felt in the Earth. Each level of dirt and rocks has acquired the freezing temperature. With each step the pain and the numbing only get worse. My feet are the first ones to experience the change of terrain, from soft dirt to a rocky and uneven surface. Minutes pass by as my numbed feet carry me around my yard. When I return to the warmth of carpet and artificial heat I almost leap for joy. Despite the fact that I no longer can feel my pinkie toes (who needs them anyway?) I feel accomplished. 

No shoes!

2/3/11

It was April the fifth of last year. The day was cloudy, the kind of cloudy that traps the heat of hell in Nampa. Any lick of the wind had disappeared, leaving us in a mourning state. Waking up to anger of nature was never an easy thing to do but for that one day I had a mission to fulfill. That burning and sweaty day was no shoe day in dedication of Tom Shoes. The entirety of the day consisted of walking the cement, rocks, and dirt barefoot; a small taste of what ill fitted feet of children in the world go through. The introduction to this day was given to me when I purchased a pair of eco friendly TOMS for Christmas. Not wearing shoes peaks people's interests. Questions are then asked and an explanation is given. Thus the cause by the simple act of not wearing shoes.