my chinese shoes

There are some objects in life that we are destined to. Like my new shoes. I saw them for the first time two weeks ago. They were the first pair that stroke my eyes amongst many and I immediately knew I wanted them. I do not know why I call them chinese shoes, do girls in China really use shoes of this kind?

Anyhow, they remind me of objects which define us. The objects that get to us regardless of the conditions (yes they were expensive for being so simple and yes i still hate ballerina shoes) and we have this eerie feeling that somehow this particular choice of getting (or sticking to) these objects defines us as an individual. Maybe it just means we choose something without really knowing why. (There is a smile on my face, for the whole human race, why..) it is almost like falling in love.