I have already written about this object a few times before. But it is of a category no list of emotionally treated objects can do without.
A political dimension could be useful to start with: It is one of my deepest believes that any modern constitution should include two additional human rights: broadband internet and comfortable shoes.
Oh, the woes of a modern-day Cinderella shopping for shoes! They deserve a post of their own. This one is all about THEM: beautiful, soft-leather, dark red DocMartens boots. With two zippers. Stuff my daydreams were made of, as I had just realised at the sight of them.
A few months later, they were the stuff my day-mares were made of: even though I bought my size, which is 41, and even though they were obviously not made for tiny feet, my wonderful boots hurt me. And they got to do it lot: because I didn’t give up and wore them despite the pain setting in after an hour or so.
After some more time I put them away and bought the same ones in size 42. They are as wonderful as I originally thought such boots should be. But I haven’t had the heart to discard old ones: I simply wasn’t brought up to throw away useful things and they were really expensive. So what remains is despising them: for not fulfilling the promise they were making to me in that big, brightly lit shoe shop, for hurting me so consistently and for cluttering my storeroom.