Everyone has that thing. You know, that one thing you do after every break-up. Your relationship with a significant other has ended and you resort to grasping for anything that gives you happiness.
I recently surveyed friends to see what their “thing” is. Some admit to needing both Chick-fil-A and Burger King–At the same time. Some consume entirely too much alcohol. Some stop eating. Some over eat. Some cry. Some jump for joy.
Chocolate. Sad songs. Angry songs. Burning photos. Breaking photos with glass for emphasis (that’s a good one). Girls’ night out. Guys’ night out.
De-friending on Facebook. Stalking on Facebook. Un-Tagging on Facebook. Yelling. Crying. Laughing. Etc, etc.
I’ve only had a few break-ups worth being sad over and none of the above ever got me through it. However, there is one thing that makes me happy and always, always takes the bitter sting out of the end of a relationship: Shoes.
That’s right. Shoes. While some people eat pounds of chocolate or cry until their eyes can’t open, I buy shoes. I call them “My Break-Up Shoes.”
It all started my senior year of high school when I was head-over-heels for Sam* (*names have been changed to protect the innocent jerks). After five months, Sam* broke-up with me over AOL Instant Messenger. Yes, that really happened. Needless to say, I was devastated. But Momma Higg quickly came to the rescue with a pair of black Chuck Taylor’s merely hours after I received the Instant Message. (Sam* is married now…obviously he’s a keeper.)
But just months after my heart was initially broken, another guy walked into my life who loved me and my Chucks. But that, too, ended in more Break-Up Shoes–just like the next and the next. I am the proud owner of four pairs of Break-Up Shoes. Yes, I still own each pair and wear them–except the Chucks (I’m not a hipster anymore).
There are rules for the Break-Up Shoes:
1) They must be purchased within 8 hours of the break-up.
2) They must be worn immediately.
3) They must be awesome.
It may not seem like much, but My Break-Up Shoes are a way of closing a chapter. Don’t get me wrong, money isn’t buying my happiness–money can’t do that.
Happiness comes from the friends who bring you pizza immediately after the break-up. Who tell you stories and make you laugh while you purchase your Break-Up Shoes online through blurry eyes. Who leave brownies on your doorstep.
My Shoes are just a way of making a terrible feeling, a little less terrible. Even though I dwell on all the wrong things said and replay every moment in my head, at least I get compliments on my kicks, right?
I will always buy Break-Up Shoes until I no longer need break-up therapy. But, for the time being, I suppose these will do just fine