Barefoot?

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I just wanted to say a little about my habit relating to what EmberEyes and Belfast wrote.

I do have very strictly indoor-only footwear. I have boots to wear indoors to keep my feet warm because it's winter now and my feet get painfully cold. I bought them specifically to wear indoors. Never outside. I also have slippers/thongs to wear in the kitchen. Also ones for the laundry/bathroom area. They are all strictly for those locations. Not even one step on the wrong area. It's that strict. And of course I never wear outdoor shoes inside. I don't even let other people in my house because they don't/can't follow my strict rules.
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I love the feeling of being barefoot. Shoes and socks make my feet kind of damp and I don't like it.

OP asked if anyone perferred barefoot, I interpreted that as being OK to voice opinions about not perferring barefoot as well. My response to the precieved question was: I used to prefer being barefoot, but now days; it's not really an option outside, and I don't like barefoot inside because of the cat sand. I am sorry if I misinterpreted the OP's question.

I wasn't taking anyone to task for their opinions/responses to thread.
Was merely answering about my belief of what was meant by the term "barefoot".
No harm, no foul.

When the soles of your feet are constantly black, you know you walk around in your bare feet too much!

Indoors, around the house, my driveway, etc. I prefer my bare feet. I wear shoes when I am around society, when exercising since I sweat too much and could slip barefoot, and in hazardous conditions.

They are certainly hideous with my calluses! You have been warned...

I LOVE being barefoot

I've noticed with people on the spectrum it seems to be one way or another. Some insist on socks all the time, some hate them. I prefer bare feet myself. At one point, I got into this habit of not wearing socks at all and did so for a while in my late 20s, with nearly all my shoes.

If I could be a full time barefooter I would, I have worn sandals when it's been super cold with snow on the ground. In warmer weather, I have gone barefoot in public places, like small places. Big Box stores or places with a lot people around, I wouldn't do.

My feet are pretty used to being bare a lot, so it is something I am used to. Not sure if I had ancestors that went barefoot all the time or where this preference comes from.

It's hard to tell when you have germ phobia

I have a little germ phobia, mostly to do with dirty hands and hand washing, other stuff I don't

Cat sand on the floor... Stuck to their fur....
That's hilarious .
You have not yet deduced the canine/feline ability to teleport sand and pebbles through doors, walls and bed linen?

Barefoot is essential here in summer, although on my farm I can only go barefoot outside as far as the pool. There is a preponderance of gravel and bindis everywhere else.
We have 3 cornered jacks that will go clean through modern aerated rubber thongs (flip flops) and speargrass that will drill through flesh and fabric (but not boot leather) and will hide in clothing seams, socks and footwear crannies waiting for an opportunity to get stabby.
In my old age it's getting uncomfortable to walk barefoot on cold tiles as it feels like my feet are delaminating and I'm about to shed my hooves.

I also agree that it is either one way or another xD I used to hate wearing socks and would constantly be barefoot, but now I can't stand it and constantly wear socks lol

I believe it's often to do with sensory feedback and proprioception.

Same reason why many autistic people toe walk. It's to do with not getting enough sensory feedback from the ground, so you feel unstable. Toe walkers reduce the amount of foot surface area touching the ground thus increasing the pressure and feedback. Shoes reduce sensory feedback and some people don't like wearing them for that reason. All my shoes are so called 'barefoot' shoes. They have zero heel-to-toe drop and just a few mm of sole rubber between foot and ground surface. You feel much more and while it can be painful if you catch a stone the wrong way, generally they're good for me.

But others may get too much sensory feedback I suppose.

When I was in high school, I preferred sandals.

Ever spent a Saturday welding in sandals for eight to ten hours?

Riding a horse bareback in sandals wasn't bad, but getting off was a bit touchy.

My senior year in high school, I wore sandals every day no matter how cold it was outside.

I used to love stairs that weren't two wide with handrails that were the right distance apart. I would jump out and grab the handrails and push off so as to make it to the next floor or landing without touching any of the steps in between. One time in college, I did this in sandals and it broke the sandals off my feet and I had to walk back to the dorm barefoot.

I never walk around barefoot if I can help it. It's something I haven't done since I was a teenager. My feet are hypersensitive, and the slightest bit of grit on the ground makes my skin crawl. Small rocks and pebbles are agony. I hate icy cold wood floors. It doesn't take much for my feet to become blocks of ice. I have to wear socks and sneakers even in the summer, anything lighter, like sandals, is torture.

I guess I'm just not a nature person.

I wrote something related in a stairs thread recently. Towards the bottom of
https://wrongplanet.net/forums/viewtopic.php?f=3&t=122612&start=32

Exhilarating, isn't it?

In grad school, I used to regularly run up the stairs. The elevator was in the front of the building and the stairs in the back, but I was still faster going by the elevator, around to the stairs, up the stairs to the fourth floor, back to the front and beat the elevator.

In another building where the stair case wrapped around the elevator, I could run up the stairs hitting the up arrow each time and get to the top well ahead of the elevator.

In another building in which the pitch of the stairs and the distance between the handrails, and the curvator of the stairs, I couldn't go down them like I liked to. Instead, for that particular set of stairs, I don't know how to describe it properly, but I would kind of dance or skip down the stairs. It kind of felt like I was floating down them, but I wasn't floating. I couldn't do that any more, but when I went to a pre-operative meeting with a surgeon last summer, I had a choice between elevator or stairs and took the stairs. Now that I'm in my 70s, running up the
stairs was out of the question.