Crocs

I was going to do a philosophical blog post about the nature of life and different social dynamics, then I looked through my recent posts and thought "Screw it, I've done too many deep posts". So instead I'm going to do a post about something awesome. And do you know what's awesome?
Crocs. Or more accurately, people who wear crocs. Or even more accurately, people who really shouldn't wear crocs but do anyway. Now, seeing as I wear crocs but probably shouldn't this might make me sound a little big headed for calling myself awesome, but let's face it; I am.
And it's not because of my wonderful personality or strikingly good looks (though they help), it's because I wear crocs. And any teenage male wearing crocs is automatically awesome. Not because crocs are cool, but because they are incredibly uncool. No teenage guy can put on a pair of crocs and try and look cool, it's just not going to happen. By donning these squidgy, holey things they are basically exclaiming to the world that they have no life and they don't care. It is that perfect point of not giving a damn, just before going to Star Wars conventions dressed as Yoda, where although not caring they aren't completely removed from reality.
Let me share with you a story. It was a cold December night, about 2:00AM, and four inches of snow lay on the ground. As is only logical I decided this was a good time for a walk, so put on my jacket and went out. Still wearing my crocs. I don't know if you've ever walked in snow that covers your foot whilst wearing footwear with holes in it, but I can tell you it hurts. After about twenty minutes I could no longer feel my feet, so decided I should probably go in. And that is the story of how it came to be that I have a very mild case of frostbite on my right big toe.
The moral of the story? That I'm a complete twazzock for walking in snow whilst wearing crocs.

Anyway, people who wear crocs but shouldn't are awesome. That's what this post was about right?