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The Jesus Sandal Syndrome
Song lyric of the moment-"Control yourself, take only what you need from it"-MGMT

Happy St. Patrick's Day, Internet!

So, in the spirit of getting drunk and saying inappropriate things, I will do one of those (the latter). At the moment, I am in a fight. Not the physical kind, mind you; I've never been in a real fight in my life. Not the kind against society or humanity, or even my own inner demons. Nope, this time, I'm in a fight against my own emotional stupidity. I'm trying to protect myself from the effects of what I have recently deemed "The Jesus Sandal Syndrome."

So, remember Jesus Sandals and how lovely they were and how enamored I was with them? Remember what came of that? Nothing. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Which, once I realized that that was all that was ever going to happen, was fine. It wasn't worth my effort. I was completely over Jesus Sandals...until I saw them again. They're just so comfortable, so fun, so...inviting. I really wanted to buy them, to wear them. But, alas, I couldn't and cannot, and it's silly for me to sit around with the vague hope that I may indeed be able to enjoy those sandals one day. Still, enough hope lived that I couldn't truly get over Jesus Sandals. Hence, Jesus Sandal Syndrome is born.

You know you don't stand a chance, but one glimmer comes by every once in a while that makes you hold on. A touch in the right place. A special smile. A laugh that sounds a bit more genuine that normal. A curiously worded sentence. You're hooked again, even though you know it's bad for you. You're a slave to it.

I will not fall victim to JSS again.

-Dr. B