I recently saw an article about a middle aged man who kicked off his shoes and headed for the woods where he has been living with nothing but a knife ever since. Where he does this is relevant to his survival. It might work somewhere near Santa Barbara, CA.
I don’t have a link to the article because the whole issue is irrelevant to me. He wants to live without sushi, Kirin and corned beef sandwiches, that is fine with me.
That is a truth that is often forgotten in our shoe clod world.
I was once sitting in a park in Bangalore with a friend and noticed that men walking to work in suits often were barefooted. We made a bet and then counted. It turns out that half the men, all Indian, going to work in suits were barefooted.
Bare feet is such a deep part of their life, identity and humanity that it was the last thing they would be willing to give up for the Western lifestyle.
I don’t wear anything on my feet in my home. I appreciate the amount of information my feet give me. I have at times in my life gone barefoot for months and built up protection on my feet so I could run on irregular paths and sharp surfaces. I do love the amount of information my feet give me.