In a large metropolis like Toronto, a person can feel lonely despite being surrounded by 2 million people. It’s normal since we all have those days and most of these people are strangers. It’s hard keeping a sense of community with 2 million people who are inherently different.
Still, there are some things out there that come in a pair and shouldn’t be lonely, like gloves, headphones, shoes… but even they get lonely sometimes.
A lonely glove hanging out by the side of the road, I understand. You’re walking to work/a party/a date/a wedding/a book club/class/a sacrificing ritual/a sale and the sound of the city just isn’t doing it for you. You dig into you’re pockets/purse to pull out your iPod/MP3 player/phone and some headphones to drown out all the noise with you’re latest music acquisition. The wire of your earbuds is often tangled with other stuff, but you’re impatient, so you just pull it out and let the contents of your pockets/purse tumble to the bottom. Little did you know, one of your gloves was clinging to the wire and fell out in the process. Now, it’s lying there, on the sidewalk, scared, lonely, and abandoned. Its twin weeps in your pockets/purse, begging you to stop and pick it up. But you don’t listen. You’re ears are filled with a beat and you keep on walking by.
One day, it’s too cold to go out without your gloves. You go back into you’re pockets/purse, but there’s only one. You’ve now discovered what happened and there’s only one thing left to do: buy another pair. After all, gloves come in a matching pair. Now, the one still with you cries, knowing its fate is to be tossed in the trash and be abandoned as well. It’s a cruel fate!
This scenario has happened to everyone at least once (twice for me), so I can understand why I see single gloves lying on the street occasionally. If its lucky, a homeless person with cold hands will walk by and be so glad to find a glove. He/she will pick it up and love the glove for the warmth it’ll provide during the winter months. The glove has now found a new home where it will be loved. It’s the glove that gets thrown in the trash that has the worst fate of all.
Lonely abandoned shoes… I just don’t understand. Often have a I found a single shoe lying on the side walk, alone, with no owner in sight, and I wonder how in the world it got there. It’s not as obvious as a glove. You can’t accidentally take off your shoe while walking and not notice. If that does happen, get your brain checked out! There’s probably something wrong with you.
I have witnessed on many occasions someone’s glove accidentally falling out, followed by me signalling the person and giving them their lost item. But I have NEVER witnessed the loss of a lonely shoe. I really want to know how it happens!
I can just see it now. A couple walks down the street hand in hand. He’s commenting on how lovely she looks tonight. She smiles and thinks how lucky she is. Then, he unknowingly makes a backhanded comment about her incomfortable shoes. She becomes furious! She’s especially furious since those are the shoes she bought for the first time she met his parents to make an extra good impression. An outburst comes out and she tells him how insensitive he is. He has no idea where this is coming from! He just wondered why she wore shoes that pinched her feet instead of something more comfortable. A fight breaks out! Pedestrians pass by, wondering what just happened and if they’re about to witness the couple breaking up. Despite their curiosity, they keep on walking, knowing that it’s really none of their business.
The fight isn’t just about the shoes anymore, it’s about everything else that he’s doing wrong/things she never told him about. She’s pissed! He’s caught off guard and is getting pissed at the way she’s talking to him. Finally, she says that the night is over and storms off. As a final retaliation, he says (even if he doesn’t mean it) that she doesn’t look that great in her dress. There are no words left in her. She takes off one of her shoes and chucks it in his face. It’s hits him in the cheek and he leans down, holding his face in his hands because the stilleto heel felt like a knife. She storms off with only one shoe. He storms in the opposite direction wondering why women are so fucking crazy. The shoe is left behind to suffer the long lonely night ahead.
Wait… what? I don’t think that scenario actually happened. There must be another way that a shoe can get abandonned. Maybe the person is incredibly hammered that they lose their shoe without noticing? But how hammered do you have to be? I’ve never known anyone to be so drunk that they can’t tell if they have both shoes on or not.
Readers, please, hear my call! If any of you ever witness why there are random lonely shoes left in the streets of your city, SHARE YOUR STORY. I want to know the truth behind this strange occurence.