My Black Pleather Boots!

I had to go see my Psychiatrist yesterday, and as usual I dressed to the nines.  It would have been the tens if I had real leather boots.  I never want to look like a patient.  I don't care what doctor I'm going to, you will never see me in sweat pants.  So yesterday I had a short black skirt, black stockings, my long black boot, and a cute blouse.  I had a ring bling on almost every finger, earrings, braclets on both arms and something in my hair.  "Looking Good and Smelling Good", I thought.  As I was waiting for my appointment, this girl came storming in smoking a cigarrette and pacing the lobby.  She sits down, I tell her hi, and of course I ask what medications she takes?  She was glad to ratttle off her pills, Lithium, Depakote, Trazodone, Prozac, and about 10 others I didn't recognize.  Then she shows me her arms, and told me she was a cutter.  She also said she pounds her fist at her head because that's what was done to her growing up. The she said most of her boyfriends were beaters too, but her current boyfriend was not, so that is why she has hits herself in the head.  Not only was she Bi Polar like me, she had Dissocoiative Disorder.  "Wow, I seem so normal compared to her", I thought.  It was my turn to see the Psychiatrist, I was led to the back.  I walked into my Psychiatrist's office with my head held high for awhile, then it slowly fell as I decribed my depression.  He's looking at me for clues.  I look very "put together" for being depressed.  I left his office with a new perscription for Wellbutrin.  I bring all my perscriptions to CVS thinking they thinking, "damn she takes a lot of pills".  I get home, past by a full lenght mirror, and glance at my boots.  The tips of my boots, the size of quarters are chipped off to reveal WHITE PLASTIC. Here I am, thinking I looked so good  this morning, and now I really looked like a Disheveled Hobo. How did I not notice my scuffed up boots this morning?  Knowing me, I was rehershing what I was going to tell the Psychiagtrist today.  Getting back to my Black Pleather Boots.  I bought these boots at the Shoe Station (that's probably why they were $19.99) so I thought they were real leather. For years I bought my shoes from Payless, before I realized the shoes were not real leather but plastic or more like pleather.  What do you do with Pleather Boots?...Shoeshine will not adhere to the WHITE PLASTIC. Guess what it has come down to?....A BLACK SHARPIE!  I went from looking "Classy" to a "Sassy Hobo" real fast.. This is the story of My Black Pleather Boots. The End~