Outrageous Sneaker Investments

I am one for the gathering of unique, prestigious items crafted by both nature and mankind. You may think me a hoarder, however 'collector' would be a more accurate description. A collector with a hint of hoarding.

Three nights ago, I came to leave the shopping centre at around midnight, after having seen the new Paranormal Activity movie, The Marked Ones. On my way out I passed a skateboard shop, and saw a group of teenagers camping outside of it. Upon asking them what they were waiting for, one replied, "the Nike SB and Diamond collaboration Dunk High, Tiffanys!" As a fellow sneaker-head, I understand that I am a shame to the community to not know what they were. "Look for them on eBay tomorrow!" I had wondered, until today, what the boy meant by that statement.

It has come to my attention as of late that the Nike Air Yeezy II's in Solar Red had been released on a random past Saturday, the lucky customers being those who had paid succinct attention to the social media monstrosity that is Twitter - hence, these lucky customers have found themselves, within the span of a mere eleven minutes, and for the original retail price, below three-hundred dollars, the owners of the most exclusive sneakers of 2014, co-designed by Yeezus himself, Kanye West.

These lucky customers have not only bought an exclusive pair of sneakers, but have bought their way into a nasty possibility, a possibility that would shake and destroy the very worlds of customers who missed out on these eleven minutes, and that is, eBay investing. Instead of leaving the sneakers for true wearers to purchase, these mongrels have decided to make over ten times the amount they paid for them. And us true wearers have no choice but to be envious and yearning.

In fact, one man in particular who had put his pair up for auction had firstly, after two hours of the listing, received over four-hundred thousand dollars, and later, sixteen million dollars. Yes, sixteen million coins-worth of a bid. It appears as though somebody out there in the world knows my wanting of these sneakers, and to spite me, pushed them far beyond my reach, or the reach of Victoria, collectively.

My blood boils a color deeper than the redness of the sneaker itself. These people have sprawled their money all over real estate, all over cars, all over houses and mansions, and now all over my top passion. Now, I will never know the feeling of placing my anticipating feet into the mouth of an Air Yeezy II, I will never experience how it would feel walking around on the puffy soles, let alone be an owner of one. The minimum price of one now? Around four-thousand dollars. Still out of my financial reach. In fact, if money trees existed, I would have needed an entire plantation.

Whether or not that sixteen million dollar bid is real, I am ashamed. Ashamed in Nike for selling a limited amount of these sneakers. Ashamed in investors buying them. Ashamed in true wearers buying them but turning into investors. Ashamed in my lack of interest in Twitter, my one beacon of sneaker hope. Ashamed in the fact that my toes will never penetrate what my eyes desire.