oo9. The Shoes

I have an old pair of TUK shoes that I got sometime two years ago. They're worn out, and have holes on the bottoms of them, and the soles are coming out. One of the soles did come out, and now I have to walk on this brown thing. I don't wear these shoes anymore, but I find it hard to get rid of them. See, I'm attached to these shoes. They're like one of my best friends, and I don't think I could bear to part with them without shedding a few tears. Maybe I should stop getting attached to shoes. Or maybe I should learn to throw old things away. I've never been very good at that. I used to keep everything I once owned, from clothes that were worn out to things that were broken. I don't like getting rid of things because I feel like I'm losing a part of myself. Is this alright? Should I feel this way? I don't know that I should. It's kind of a bad thing. Anyway, I should rid myself of these shoes, but for now I think I will just keep them somewhere. Maybe I will put them in my closet. Or, even better, I could hang them up on my wall as though they were some amazing poster. I think I will do that.