"I came here to tell you something. I even wrote it on my hand so that when you were listening i knew i wouldnt forget what i wanted to say."
These are mine. They look more like the appendages of an amphibian and more like a character from A Mid Summer Nights Dream than feet. If I sit in a meditating position with my legs and crumple up my big toe with my fingers and look at my very long toe from the side - the tip-top metatarsal is very fleshy underneath and looks just like a very very very small E.T. I wanted to wrap it with a tiny doekie and draw a face on the toe-tip and take a picture of it and show you but i cant find a pen. I have the exactly the same shaped feet as my mom, who has exactly the same shaped feet as her mom who has exactly the same feet as her mom. So I assume that there is some gene embedded in our DNA somewhere that is responsible for this rule. A strong gene no doubt. A martyr gene. A noble gene. A disillusioned gene. A stubborn gene. A loyal gene. A strategic gene. A Voortrekker gene.
I mean, this particular shaped foot must have been the result of some union, somewhere down the line. I wonder how many generations ago that happened and how much longer this super-spartan-six-pack gene will keep fighting, and winning.
Food for thought.