Exactly! I think the asymmetry part is the weirdest, or maybe the socks after pants thing…socks are so much easier to put on Before the pants!
But I do feel the OP’s pain about the plantar fasciitis. I suffered from that for years, and while I read about the “no bare feet” thing, my doctor never told me that, and I refuse to NOT go barefoot. Mine went way, and while now I have a lot of pain from the arthritis and bone spurs, the plantar fasciitis has never recurred. Knock wood. I just hate having my feet encased in anything all the time.
Same thing, but I just have either parquetry floors which never get really cold or “the bear”, a throw rug made from an old rabbit coat, for when I’m at Mom’s in a room with tile floors.
The first time my mother exclaimed “you’re so strange!” when I claimed that I found it difficult to fall asleep with no weight on me (unless room temp is above body temp, I fall asleep with a blanket which may later get kicked out of bed), Dad stared at her and said “we’ve been married how long?” It happens to be both a trait I inherited from him and one of the reasons that having two beds worked well for them. On other occasions in which she looks at my blanketed bed and calls me strange I just remind her I didn’t marry my Dad, it was her who did
Growing up I always heard the phrase, “He puts his pants on just like everyone else, one leg at a time!” This was meant to indicate that the subject was just like everyone else - usually referring to a public figure or famous person - in an attempt to bring them down to size.
Well, this always caused little me much consternation, because I in fact did not put my pants on one leg at a time. Instead I sit on the edge of the bed, push both of my feet into the leg wholes simultaneously, and stand up into my pants. I put on my pants both legs at once. I tried to learn how to put on my pants one leg at a time, but it just worked better the other way for me.
It was my private shame and but one brick in the wall of me being “different” and “weird”. Eventually, I grew accustomed to being a mis-fit, although I work hard to suppress these tendencies in most public situations. But I do attribute my fear of success to the terror of someone someday saying of me, “Well, he puts his pants on just like everyone else, on leg at a time!” - knowing that it’s not true!
