I went barefoot for a couple years , when I was drifting around kinda enjoying being a homeless bum
I ended up with really thick soles on my feet , thick enough that I didnt notice prickles or thorns anymore , or hot sand or bitumen roads .
What I didnt like was other folk spitting on the ground , their toilet habits , or their rubish disposal habits .
when I went back to civilization again and got a house and job , I had to wear boots , that was difficult , my callouses wore holes in my socks and tore the inards of the boots apart , and my feet burned ... the boots made my feet burn for months , I was rubbing at the armoured skin with pumice for days till I got rid of most of it and boots got kind of comfortable again
I miss having my feet firmly in the hot red desert sands of my tribal land , especialy stalking something ... there is nothing to compare ...
I enjoy comfy boots tho , especialy now my feet are soft again , when Im walking over reefs encrusted in oyster shell or thru spiky stuff , I really like having good boots .