Inappropriate footwear choices

I currently have a large fluid-filled blister on the back of both of my ankles. TMI? Maybe. However, I obtained these blisters in what started out as an innocent excursion, but turned into a classic case of when footwear goes wrong.

Because I am without a vehicle (I got into a car accident last week that left my car nearly totaled but it is not totaled so they are fixing it but it is going to take at least two weeks to fix so I am walking around a lot), I decided that it would be a good idea to explore the bus system and go into school to pick up an interlibrary loan book (which I ended up forgetting to do...). The point is that the bus system failed me and I ended up walking around for two hours in the rain. At one point, I was walking down Abbott and directly next to me on the road there was a car accident. It scared the crap out of me and I have decided that my grey t-shirt is tainted because I was wearing it for my accident and didn't wear it again until yesterday and another car accident happened.

It was cold and rainy and so I decided to wear these shoes:
They seemed like a good option at the time. They are flat-heeled (oxymoron?) and warm and would protect my calves and feet from the elements. WRONG. I was in a world of pain walking around in these suckers.

It should be noted that I have a history of poor decision making in footwear for comfort. I remember the days when I could go shopping in these shoes:
Yes they are pretty, but not the best idea for a day at the mall. I don't remember them hurting my feet or causing any discomfort, but I quickly lost the ability to walk around in heels when I went to college and things just went downhill from there.

When I went to Italy in the Summer of '05, I didn't think to bring any walking shoes dispite the fact that I had to walk everywhere. I ended up buying a sweet pair of Italian pink pumas with a golden stripe so it worked out, but this is just another example of PFDs (poor foot decisions).

Lastly, when I was in Paris I was faced with a dilemma: I had to walk around for miles every day but it just felt wrong to wear unslightly footwear in such a fun and fashion-forward city. Then, one day I was sent an angel from the heavens:

Yes. Golden Converse! If you didn't notice, at all of the intersections in stripes on the shoe there are Swarovski crystals. Whoever decided to make golden shiny shoes deserves a medal.