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Yes, when I read this I was shocked. I suddenly rediscovered the poetry of Rumi while discussing the recipe of Okra Stew (Or as I’ve always known it to be as KORESHT BAAIEH) with someone earlier today. Later this evening, while I tried cooking it for the first time in my life (yes, the shame), I started thinking about some of the poetry of Rumi when I was notified about this concert this upcoming Saturday, in which the Poetry of Rumi will be put in the center(talk about streaming-conscious)

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YESTERDAY, something weird happened.
After returning from a long day in class, I jumped into the pool for a few laps. After that, I quickly got changed and rushed back to my research desk so that I can prepare for next week’s big Microeconomics mid-term exam (yes, the midterms are JUST about to begin in Japan). When I arrived at the station near my university and looked at my feet, I realized that I was wearing two shoes that didn’t match.

Now, in a situation like this, one has four possible choices to make: 1. walk barefoot 2. go BUY new shoes 3. go back home and CHANGE into the right pair 4. ignore it and keep on walking.

Mind you, one of the shoes I had on was off-white, and the other was brown with a BRIGHT ORANGE strip running across it.

This is what I did: I decided that it would be silly to go back just because I’d be wasting at least a whole hour of my day. Besides, it was still daylight; if I headed BACK to my dorm room, chances are that there would be many on the way who would notice my strange sense of fashion.

So I walked into my university, with headphones on, blasting some loud music, ignoring the rest of the world. I studied until 11pm that night. The streets at 11pm are relatively empty and DARK (which is something good in my case). When I walked back to the train station, I made sure to hide myself (or at least one of my feet) under the cloak of darkness. (the fact that I haven’t shaved for a week and haven’t had a decent haircut for at least three months only added more to my air of suspiciousness). I also made sure to be walking near a wall, so that no one would get a clear view of both my feet at once.

When I got to the brightly-lit Kunitachi train station, where many people were waiting for the next train, I simply dropped my book bag over my feet so that no one could see what I was trying so hard to hide.

In the end, I got back home without much damage done… who knows, I might have even inspired a new fashion trend among someone who spied my two mismatching shoes. (I STILL don’t know how I got myself into that fix).