Shoes and eavesdropping

It looks like it's raining outside, or perhaps I'm just delaying my curious instinct. I want to go exploring and I need new shoes, but I don't want to. Nowadays I'm skeptical about modern manufacturing. The shoes I'm wearing now, I've done many things in. They're ugly faded-red Diesels. I went to my first rave in them, I went hitch hiking in them several times, I bought my one-way ticket to Germany with them and so many other countless things. Are they worth the memory? Now the soles have worn away, the colour faded out (although I've painted them). It's been six years and I'm still stuck in the past. Is it time to move on with a new set of footwear? I've so far never found a pair quite as comfortable or cheap as them - when I bought them at the shop, the guy mistook where I'd gotten them from, and instead of paying $80, he charged me only $10, because there was no label and I'd previously been browsing through the shoes on the $10 table. I like it when people make monetary mistakes. It happens often, and sometimes I feel sorry for people, and tell them that I haven't yet paid or whatever. Can't do that all the time, though.
I'm eavesdropping right now, into the conversation held by the guy on the computer next to me. He is talking to his girlfriend, promising her that in a few months he can support her so that she will be free to take part in whatever projects she has planned, without financial worry. I can hear the emotion in his voice through his thick hispanic accent, he is happy. It sounds so nice. A contrast to what I heard last night.
I'm staying in a hostel room with two Italians and one 3/4 Italian. One guy sleeps around, and says that he is fickle. He can't promise a woman anything, because he doesn't believe in relationships, and that he is the worst nice guy, or a pathetic attempt at an asshole. His brother, sleeps around with women and then becomes spiteful, regarding them then as whores. He orders his older brother around, and doesn't speak much, except when he's drunk. The 3/4 Italian-American woman slept with the younger brother, and regards men as untrustworthy assholes, and yet says she sleeps around on her boyfriend herself. I take part in their conversations as if I can empathize with them. As if I care. It's all interesting observation, in any case.