Yes I know ! The moccasin again!
Don't be surprised if one day I show up with a penny loafers tattoo on my forearm. I will have it in my skin as I have it in my heart.
You are probably thinking that a Panache on the moccasin was enough. Maybe you even said: “oh the beard and his mocs. »
Oh the beard.
OH ! BEARD !
As I find you there. I too am a fan of this kind of outdated expression. Expressions like “eat the leaf”, “burn the candle at both ends” or “we must beware of the wolf that bites”
There you say to yourself: “What is he talking about? This man is crazy! » But, contrary to what my psychologist (and my editor-in-chief) says, I'm not crazy.
I really want to get somewhere.
And the moccasin is like these old expressions. When they come up in a conversation they surprise us, we find them a little ridiculous at first and then they charm us and we then use them with relish. Just like when someone wears moccasins.
And I add that where these expressions are the most charming, it is in the mouths of those who we would never imagine using these expressions.
This is when the charm really works.
An old bourgeois in a moccasin is not surprising, nor charming for that matter, but if he is a rebel, a marginal, young or not, or anyone who was not intended to wear it, then there it is. It's exquisite!
So there, it's no longer clothing, it's poetry.
Perhaps you now understand what ambush you have fallen into. This is not just a post, it is praise!
And this praise is not just sentimental otherwise it would be too easy. No ! He's reasonable too.
Yes, I persist and sign: wearing the moccasin is also a choice of reason.
And I prove it:
Regarding shoes, there are two schools. There are those who tie double knots and those who tie single knots.
In these schools, there are other schools: those who pass the loop above and those who pass it below. Those who tighten tightly and those who lace loosely.
And finally, there are those who are on the terrace with a beer and their moccasins, because they don't care much about these schools. It's truancy for life. They're already laced up and already out living the life you could live if you didn't have your shoelaces to tie.
Let's think.
If we count a time saving on lacing of 30 seconds per day. That's 6300 seconds per month. Which makes 105 minutes. Which makes, by algebraic ricochet, 1260 minutes per year. That is to say 9 p.m. (You can check but it will waste even more time.)
And I don't count the stubborn shoelaces that don't want to be tied, the ones that have to be redone in the middle of the street, the ones that break when you pull on them...
21 hours of your life.
One day less.
Time is the most precious thing we have, right? We're still missing some.
At the end of the year, the world freezes on the evening of December 31st and the guys in mocs have a day off just to do what they want: become better, to start, and save the world to finish!
From there to saying that the coronavirus vaccine was found so quickly because the scientists wore moccasins, there is only one step.
And that, these 21 hours, is every year.
When it comes to annual job evaluations, who gets the raise? The guy in moc. Does that surprise you?
Moccasins are for people who go to the essentials. It is for those who consider that life does not wait, that it is grasped.
They slip in their feet without a shoehorn, click their heels, walk out the door and leave.
Laces that twist or break, on which we walk, are science fiction for them.
Moccasins share this characteristic with the slipper. They also share with the slipper this given sensation that the world is their living room. This is the reason why the guy in mocs crosses his legs more often than the average guy.
Because he is comfortable. He feels at home everywhere.
The proof is that a guy wrote it on the internet. On a site called BonneGueule. You can't invent things like that.
So obviously it’s annoying.
There are those who would like to see it as one more symbol of the class struggle. But, I say it solemnly and once and for all, it is a mistake!
The only elite that moccasins fit are those of informed walkers! The only class to which these walkers belong is that of the light-footed. They jump over puddles, dance on cobblestones, moonwalk out of trouble.
However, it's true: the moccasin is not for everyone.
It is made for free spirits.
