15/3/16
Nothing annoyedme so much as concern over the state of human existence and my pair of martin boots that is black, knee-high, gleaming in the sunlight. It is supposed to be a pair of handsome shoes; I would have put those on, strolling the street like I was some model coming out of a fashion poster. However, it had been kept shelved in my shoe cabinet since my first trial with it. I could still recall my excitement when I put those on and the embarrassment when I tried those on--the students' heads turned the moment my shoes stepped into the library and farted its way across those bookshelves. Then that night, I was obliged to accept／resigned myself tothe bleak fact that there was nothing wrong with it. No hole. No breach. It just puffs.
Ever since then, I had been conscious not to choose it under any circumstances. However, today is the tomb-sweeping day and the martin bootsare far superior to the best shoes of choice--for one, they are no doubt of fashion and for the other, their thick patent leathery skin can shield me from the thorns of the overgrown tangled weeds. Therefore, I gallantly put those on and merrily enjoy the moment of being next to the imminent termination of anonymity. Then I take a deep breath. Heave a sigh.Tighten my calf muscles. Lift my heels off the ground. And tiptoe out. The sun ispouring down a yellow springray, sunlight flickering through the leaves on my shoes; it feels like my shoes are as much beaming as mocking me for my struggling.
It is light outside but only few people ahead. Even so, I am grateful for the passing cars to swallow the noise of my shoes that bears affinity to leaking gas every time I plant my feet on the ground.
Halfway through the road to my dad's, I have been tiptoeing. As I smile a little at the thought that perhaps I might best a thief on the sneaking in or out competition after today's trial, I finally come to the underground station that appears to be the greatest challenge: the place is so vast and well-ventilated, even the sound of a drop of a small needle can be so heightened. Fortunately, the influx of passengers is not yet of the time; if I accelerated, I might fly through this hell without any notice. But I can take only a few steps before my eyes are arrested bythe sight of some person ahead, judging from the momentum of his intended movement, inclined to come my way. I slow down, and observe. But before I could confirm, I realize someone is coming from behind--I am all around enemy.
I stop, but they both are walking unimaginably slowly. From their outfits, I could only assume that they might be tourists. Time plods by, and every second seems to separate from the next by an eternity. I stand still, pretending looking at the route map for some direction, every now and then stealing glances at my watch. However, it seems to me they are never going to make it here, and people keep coming in the station. There is no way out and time is pressing；I may at best continue my way. I walk slowly, trying to lift my each step as high as possible; this gesture, however, draws me even more looks; the effort of my killing the abnormality of my boots seems to have made me a fool. When I finally cross paths with the person ahead, he gives me the glance, not my boots. How STRANGE! Can he tell the problem is my boots but not me?
Either way, the light of the tunnel is right ahead; Ithink I could scamper forward.But it is true what they say about fate that you don't get to tempt, for I detect some people ahead, huddling, pointing their fingers at me, chattering and giggling. 'Here comes the humiliation' I mutter; but I might as well face it like an honored soldier. There is no discretion in their pointing fingers even as I draw near. The best hope I can entertain fromthem is not to consider me as farting in the open air. However, as I lumbered by, I figured out they are all along, not talking about me, but a young lady behind me, who wears heels clicking the ground so loud and hard that she looks like seeking vengeanceupon the metro company. But it was Only then did I realize that there are so many footfalls in this place; each one of them is a marker of its shoes. It turns out mine is never been more normal. I eased my tension, relievedmyself from the paranoid, accelerateand walk into the maddening crowd.
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