Found myself thinking about that whole ‘jordan 44’ thing again the other day. Funny how stuff like that sticks with you.
Wasn’t even about the shoes themselves, really. Not just sneakers. It was back when everything felt like it was shifting, you know? Needed something solid, something to focus on. Seemed like getting these specific ones, size 44, was the mission.
That Whole Chase
So I started the hunt. Man, what a process.
- Spent hours scrolling through websites.
- Tried to figure out those stupid raffles.
- Looked at resale prices, just crazy stuff.
Every time felt like hitting a wall. You’d think you found something, then poof, gone. Or the price was just nuts. Seriously frustrating. Kept telling myself, ‘Just gotta keep trying’.
This was around the time I was dealing with that weird situation at my old place. Remember telling you guys about that? Felt like chasing ghosts there too. One thing after another, people not being straight, promises vanishing. Just like trying to grab those damn shoes. You put in the work, follow the rules, and still end up empty-handed. Makes you wonder what the point is sometimes.
So, What Happened?
Did I get them in the end? Doesn’t really matter now, does it? The whole thing taught me something, though. Chasing after some ‘thing’, thinking it’ll fix stuff… usually doesn’t work that way. It’s the grind itself, the figuring things out, dealing with the nonsense, that changes you more.
Looking back, that ‘jordan 44’ episode was just another weird chapter. You push through, you learn, you move on. Sometimes you get the shoes, sometimes you don’t. Life keeps rolling either way. Just gotta deal with it.
