My hatred for flip flops officially begins today. Why, do you ask, at the beginning of summer, would I begin to hate summer's most popular shoe?

I broke my finger. After nineteen years using, "I've never broken a bone," as a get-to-know-you fact during ice breakers, that officially ended today. Now, I'm not blaming flip flops entirely. They are a perfectly adequate shoe for some people. I am a naturally clumsy person (the list of times of injured myself could fill another article). But they're part of the reason that on my way to work at a NEW JOB, I tripped, fell over, skinned my knees, and broke my pinkie.

Adrenaline is a weird thing. I didn't even feel the pain until i looked at my finger and realized it wasn't supposed to bend like that. My poor co-workers rushed to get ice packs and band-aids. My dad drove me to the hospital and I missed the first big event of my employment. Even though I've had countless injuries throughout my life, that mix of embarrassment and shame after I get hurt happens every time.

Thankfully they numbed my finger soon after I got to the emergency room so I didn't feel it at all for a while. So flip flops are terrible. Broken bones hurt. And I am in pain. Send pain meds and ice cream