These old flip flops of mine have been sitting by our back door for months. Maybe since last year.
I wanted to hang onto them for walking on the beach, but I know if they’re in the car it makes my wife unhappy having our vehicle all loaded up with just-in-case-clutter. But by the back door they’re there to remind me: go to the beach! Or something.
But I did not go to the beach. So they just developed their own little swampy ecosystem in the soles.
And then I kept them to store the penny the crows brought me.
But yesterday I threw them away, finally. Because our landlord is coming.
Instead of throwing them away in the outside garbage for some reason I put them in our open kitchen garbage. And they looked so fucking disgusting everytime I walked in there and caught sight of them I had to finally bury them. But every time I saw them by the back door, multiple times a day for MONTHS … I don’t know. I just didn’t want to throw them away. And I didn’t really feel disgusted, either.