Game: I make a statement, you judge me.
I walk around barefoot all the time. The house, the deck, the garage, the yard.
Hillbilly.
No shoes, no service! 
My doctor told me diabetics shouldn’t do that. 
(why does there not seem to be any just plain "sad" face? or was I unable to find it? -- and why is this coming out so weirdly?)
However: I judge that you’re in better contact with your surroundings than most people.
Your governor does too.
Good on you! Unless you’re using power equipment, wearing shoes on your own property is only for prissy people.
[META: Umm, shouldn’t the next person then make his or her own statement?]
Yes. That was the plan.
I’m judging you for game lawyering. What? You got issues with all these nice folks making opinions on MY choice of going barefoot? I say, “Get off my lawn with your shoes!”
(Seriously, thanks for clarifying my game a bit😏).
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Since I go barefoot, I put sunblock on the top of my feet. While my hands still have the sunblock on them, the Chihuahuas lick my hands. It’s clearly not for ingestion by dogs, but I don’t care, they like it and it prevents them from licking it off my feet.
Judge me, Baby!
We have a room, that I think was supposed to be a dining room, between the front room and the kitchen. In that room are multiple computer desks, one wastebasket, and one recycling basket. The three of us fill up both baskets. When they’re full, we keep filling - balancing cans and small boxes in a sort of anti-jenga. We each try to outwait the other two until someone breaks down and empties the baskets. Or, more often, one of the baskets.
You can judge all of us.
Omg!! I hate overflowing trash cans. They are bain of my existence. Get a bigger trash can, pah-Leese!
We already upgraded one of them once. Although I don’t think anyone talked about it. I just moved a bigger bin from another room.
Doing it deliberately would be admitting the situation - - or giving up, I don’t know which.