This thread is inspired by my slippers.
I am, I’ve been told, a big scary guy. I weigh well over 200 lbs, and can bench press well over what I weigh. I have stopped three guys from robbing me by looking at them. People regularly ask me why I’m so pissed off when, as far as I can tell, I’m smiling. I’ve bounced a drunken oil rig worker who wanted to fight my boss while looking pretty much straight up into his face to maintain eye contact, and taken a knife away from a man who wanted to stab me with it. I have a shaved head and three large gauge ear piercings, at an age where I’m obviously not going through an adolescent rebellion phase.
I also own a pair of slippers. They’re teddy bear slippers.
If the link is working, you’ll have an idea of what I’m talking about.
I like my teddy bear slippers. I bought them myself. If you saw me on the street, you would probably not guess that I owned them. It was not an ironic purchase, I just like them.
What’s the thing in your life that nobody who saw you pass by them in the mall would ever guess?