I can't stand pillow-feet. Never commented before because I've never been irked enough to share anything. (Though, I have to admit that I enjoy reading here...  and back when y'all were on Reddit)  That changed a few months ago however, when I moved into a dormitory on campus.  First time away from home, all that good stuff.  Blah, blah, etc... Come to find out that my flatmate is fat which normally wouldn't really bother me, unless she directly interfered with my business or whatever else.  But this woman is fat in the sense that the flesh around her midsection looks like it's melting down into her legs and feet.  You know the type, yea?  Sometimes when she's sitting or laying on her bed on her laptop, I can't help but stare in fascination at the yards of flesh that puddle around her.   Anyhow, I tend to avoid all people if I can, not just the obese ones, because I have social anxiety issues.  For real, I can go weeks without any sort of human interaction and it's A-OK with me.  I digress... But seeing that I have no choice as I now live with this person for the next who knows how long, I fear that personal time will now be a rare luxury. Moving along, having a fatasaurus-rex in my personal space for months has honestly changed my whole "leave me be and I'll leave you be" philosophy.  She's messy and loud and basically one of the most discourteous people I've ever met.  She leaves wrappers and clothes everywhere...  which, y'know, crazy college kids and their messes right?  Hahahaaaa.... no.  It's worse than that.  She'll leave old cups of coffee sit at her little desk area until it molds over.  How?  Why?  I'm not one to clean up after anyone, but I cannot abide moldering food left to fester in my living space.  So, yeah, I have to clean up after her unless I want to live in filth.  I mean, it's not like I can just retreat to a private room or anything. But lately, what's really, really annoying me are her feet.  She's got pillow-feet.  Y'know, what I'm talking about?  It's those fat people feet that look like they're stuffed into their shoes.  I dunno what it is about but ugh...  I can't stand looking at them.  :(  I mean, how can you let yourself go so much that you outgrow shoes ffs?  No ankle definition whatsoever and there is a roll of fat formed around her non-ankle when she laces her shoes. Help me.