My oldest and me at graduation
I was looking at my feet and wondered why anyone would think this looks wrong. Why would anyone rather I have rough cracked feet with gnarly nails. I can't image wanting them to be like that ever again. Just because my feet are well taken care of and polished didn't change who I am. I am still a NFL nut. I didn't start watching Ballet and Ice dancing. I have just added something fun to my life. Luckily, most people who know me respect my choice. My daughter doesn't care, except her friends are jealous I am better at painting nails than they are. I now seem drawn to wanting to polish my nails on occasion. This draws more attention than the toes. It seems most people don't look at your feet or just don't care. When I polish my nails, I almost always get at least one comment during the day. After wearing black polish on Halloween to work and not getting any comments, I was surprised yesterday in the lunch room. One of my female coworkers said I had something dark around my eye. I rubbed it with a napkin and didn't see anything. She said it looked like I was wearing makeup. I wondered if she made that jump because of the polish. It must have been some carbon dust from rebuilding a pump motor in the repair room. The carbon dust is messy. Maybe the fact that I am not a skinny small femine looking guy (as shown in picture above) messes with their heads. It really doesn't matter either way. I have to decide If doing what I like is worth the grief I may get.