Eating Expensive vs. Buying Shoes

I love to eat good food. Who doesn't? Also, I live in New York City which enables me to try out a plethora of noteworthy dining experiences. I'm one of those people who don't find a $300 tab something outrageous if the food left my stomach happy and even intrigued-- but mostly happy. I remember something my mom  told me while I was growing up. I believe mothers definitely know you best whether you'd like to admit it or not. This is what she had said: "Why do you care about something so much when the pleasure of it leaves right after you swallow it?"

Oh, Mother. You were probably saying that because I was such a piglet, and you worried that I'd become obese. It's okay. I know you did it out of love. But seriously, this statement made my little self ponder over her clear statement. It obviously did leave an impression for me to remember it so clearly. I don't exactly remember our conversation, but I'm sure it was just harmless mother to daughter banter.

Even so, I also have other guilty pleasures. I came into this world as a female. I grew up always noticing the details. I love colors, patterns, textures, and so on. I even have an incident which I shared with my freshman year class at Parsons a detail about our childhood that could have shown our early development into an artist. This incident I shared would definitely define me as an artist and possibly a weirdo as well. As a child, I almost drank a whole bottle of Pepto Bismol. Yes, I did. I'm not proud of it, but I know why I did it. The color drew me in then and despite that it cures diarrhea and upset stomach, I now find myself never taking that medicine ever since then.

I have established my strong interest in dining out and material things. The thing I am trying to figure out is if I were to choose one, which would I go with? Would I go for the insanely cute stilettos or the amazing, tantalizing (even by Yelp 5/5) dining experience? Reason would say that I would remember that dining experience (also, my mother's statement would definitely ring through my mind), but I could wear those shoes multiple times. Actually, that isn't true. These days I buy shoes that I don't find myself happy with, because they just aren't comfortable. I fractured my left leg over a year ago, so I don't find myself walking so agilely as I used to in heels. Also, my feet seem to swell. I am most happy in flip-flops. So, why do I even bother purchasing these hot shoes?

My point is that we all have weaknesses. It's important to evaluate if your weaknesses are healthy or not. Don't let them overcome you (ie. shoes stacking up in the likes of Mt. Everest which you wear only 5-10x).  Oh, that definitely isn't my case by the way, but I do have a formidable collection as of late. Let's get back to the battle... I would have to say FOOD has won this battle for me. (I've been watching Man vs. Food too much.) You make me happy. You don't hurt my feet or remind me that my left leg is still stiff. You may give me indigestion sometimes or other things, but if you are truly a memorable, lip-smacking experience, you gave me that experience that reminds me why life is so amazing and that little moments do count.

Now, off to brunch I go... and I'm not going to look at shoes.