My cool cousin introduced me to this song. It’s pretty kicky. (Ha, notice the pun? Shoes-kicky?) I dare you not to feel like dancing while this song plays.
Some things in life elicit an automatic response. No thought required.
- For me, a new pair of comfy shoes makes me want to dance.
- Something fun to look forward to can kickstart my endorphins.
- Breathing the scent of mountain air relaxes me all the way to the molecular level.
- Those smile wrinkles at the edges of MSH’s eyes melt my heart.
- Happy laughter makes me want to join in and laugh along.
Of course, not all automatic responses are good feelings.
- a cop running into a store I’m just walking out of makes me want to run to my car
- a baby crying makes my heart flip-flop
- feeling cold and not able to warm up sets my nerves on edge
- hearing someone yell at someone else skyrockets my blood pressure and discomfort level
- a near miss in traffic instantly triples my heart rate
- the phone ringing late at night or early in the morning sets off the panic system in me
Neither of those lists begin to touch the depth and breadth of possible autonomic responses we humans come programmed with.
What I don’t get is why some people purposely expose themselves to those triggers. Haunted houses, for one small example. Why is the Sam Hill would anyone want to feel terrified for an extended length of time? I don’t get it.
Or jumping out of an airplane? Never, ever, not even for a million bucks. No way. I’d die of a heart attack on the way down if not the instant I leaned out of the plane. Can’t, won’t.
I’m glad some people can overcome natural responses. Firefighters for one. Police officers for another. Doctors, nurses, teachers. (Okay, maybe I exaggerate with the teachers, but only a little. Have you been in a classroom lately?) Military people.
I suppose some people don’t have a reaction to the sight of blood and such. And some love the sound of shelling and gunfire. And it’s possible that danger just feels great, like a new pair of shoes maybe, to others. I can’t imagine it, but it’s possible, right? How else to explain people who take on risky, scary, nauseating, crazy jobs.
I just meant to write about how great my new shoes feel on my feet. Like a little hug, supportive, warm, snug, protective.
Who knew I’d end up being grateful for people who are okay with the uncomfortable, cold, lonely, not-so-safe, daring pairs of shoes or boots.
Well, why not? If you’re one of those people who make sure I’m safe and can walk around protected in this crazy world, this “THANK YOU” is for you!