I stood there, at the door of Miriam's dinner party, shoes in hand, and the absolute stench hit me. My own goddamn feet. After a day of running errands, picking up prescriptions, getting groceries for *everyone* but me, I'd completely forgotten the state of my socks. And I had to take them off. Had to. So there I was, smiling like a deranged fool, acting like I didn’t just weaponize my sweaty feet in a room full of people. And NO ONE said a thing, of course. Just smiled back. I wanted to scream. I wanted to just… drop the shoes and walk out. Honestly, sometimes I just want to walk out and never look back.