I will admit, though, my foot phobia is slowly lessening with age. I mean, if I'm wearing sandals or flats, I don't bring socks to my friends' houses anymore. For a long time, that was a thing. I'd have a pair of colourful socks in my purse, just in case I'd have to take my shoes off somewhere. I couldn't even deal with the thought of people looking at my feet. And don't even get me started on touching them. Well, you've gone and done it now. It's on my mind, so I'm just going to have to deal with that little issue right here and now.
OK. Here's the deal. If you meet me IRL, do not, I repeat, DO NOT touch my feet. I will seriously throw the biggest tantrum you have ever seen from a nearly 26-year-old woman. I swear to you, shit gets crazy. There will be limbs flying willy nilly, hitting you where you'd rather not be hit. Obscenities will be screamed and will then quickly be replaced with the silent treatment once the touching has ceased.
Moral of the story, my feet are totally off limits. They are for me and only me to touch and, let me tell you, that doesn't happen all that often. They get washed once a day. They are put into shoes or socks and shoes and then they are ignored for the rest of the day. They are like the stinky, moldy food at the back of your fridge that you pretend doesn't exist because you fear washing out the Tupperware container. If I could, I'd throw my feet in the trash, like I would that Tupperware, but I can't. You see, I kind of need them and they're sort of attached to my body. So, I find the best way to deal with my foot hatred is to just deal with and look at them as little as possible. Oh! And I also buy cute socks and shoes to disguise them with. That way I can look down at them and resist the urge to vomit.
So, how about you? Are you into feet? Or do you have any weird phobias the Internet should know about?