She told me that in order to find the perfect shoes, sometimes you have to deal with a few blisters. She wasn’t speaking literally, of course, because, honestly, she really doesn’t give two shits about shoes or finding the so-called perfect ones. The shoes are just a metaphor for life, even though I doubt there’s any such thing as a perfect life. But whatever. She wasn’t being literal. She was just saying that in order to get something good out of life, sometimes you have to deal with the bad. The blisters.
And god, have I got a shit ton of blisters at the moment.