**My Clown Shoes Are Stolen**
Yes. You read that correctly
My clown shoes are stolen.
They were not stolen from me.
They were stolen by me.
My clown shoes are stolen
And I'm the thief.
Though a crime of convenience, this was theft nonetheless.
It was over 20 years ago.
I was touring.
In order to survive I had to sublet my place and leave a bunch of stuff stored there.
The guy who took it?
He damaged my things.
There were bags of garbage.
Among the rubble I found these shoes:
Apparently they were designer.
Apparently they were expensive
Apparently they were expensive enough to make up for the damage deposit he didn't pay...
He asked me about them several times.
I lied to him.
I kept the shoes.
In fact, I'm wearing them right now.
Each time I put them on, I'm struck by how damn big his feet were.
Mine are 9.
That's a whole lotta shoe to fill
They always feel awkward, uncomfortable and a bit uncertain.
In them, I feel free to explore past the edges of what is typically acceptable and play with the social norms of a school.
By merely occupying uncomfortable footwear, I created conditions for myself to change my stride, go off balance and to walk a mile in someone else's shoes.
Have you ever spent time in the shoes of another?
Not empathy. Real time wearing the footwear of some one else.
**One Derful Thing**
The Agony of De Feat
This one might be super awkward to try with Rando Calrissian.
(don't just try to pull this off with some random stranger)
Enlist a friend, share the Foolsletter and invite them to play this one with you.
So for this one it's simple.
Walk a mile wearing a shoe belonging to someone else.
Where to find it?
Like I said add a friend.
Or go to Goodwill.
And find yourself some uncomfortable shoes.
Report back what you find.