I Hate Feet

I hate feet. I can't help it. Feet are gross things whose only job is to keep the rest of your body from touching the things they step on.

I am really glad that I have feet, but people better not touch my feet, or worse, touch me with their feet. I will flip out.

I have had "friends" who thought that they could "cure" me of this feet hatred. (I wouldn't call it a phobia. I'm not afraid of feet, I just recognize their grossness.) These "friend's" method of helping me over "my problem" was to hold me down and put their feet on me. Gross! Needless to say, it didn't help.

My brother, Bryan, made the comment that perhaps I stepped in too many gross things as a child and this led to a hatred of all things feet. I guess this could be the case.

But I think that I have just realized the true nastiness of feet. Someday other people will join me. Just wait.

The truth will triumph.