could you explain the post about shoelaces and presidents? it would be greatly appreciated thank you
Sure! Do you mean this post?
So, it started in a post in 2012 (or earlier, I don’t know the exact date). As the Urban Dictionary entry explains, you would say “I like your shoelaces” in public as a sort of secret code if you suspect there’s another Tumblr user there. And if there is another Tumblr user, they would reply “Thanks, I stole them from the president” to let you know they understood the message and are, in fact, a Tumblr user.
I don’t think people do this anymore, and if they ever did, it probably wasn’t a very common thing to do. Maybe they did back in 2012 when the post was recent and Tumblr wasn’t as popular as it is now.
I also don’t think there’s any deeper meaning to the phrases. “I like your shoelaces” seems like a pretty common and nice thing to say, and if it turns out the person you thought was a Tumblr user doesn’t recognise the ‘secret message’, nothing would happen. But then “Thanks, I stole them from the president” seems weird and specific enough that you would know they understood the ‘secret message’, unlike if they just replied “Thank you”.
Then other posts appeared making references to the shoelaces and president posts:
“Can you hear me?” I don’t understand how I could or even should hear it but I did. Coming from beneath the waters of that still lake. A voice, clear as the waters this lake would have during the day that I was fishing on, loud enough to make me feel like it was right in my ear, yet soft enough to hear what was definitely pain inside that plea. “You’ve been hitting the bottle too much Riley. That’s enough for tonight” I chuckle to myself. The moonlit water was always my sanctuary from the constant blaring noise and flickering neon lights of the city. None of that here. Just the crisp breeze of the wind, the stars shining on the now black waters of the night lake. “Help me…” I thought I heard but I don’t have time to react before my fishing line tugs softly, then hard. Something pulls on my roughly, angrily it seems for being snagged. “Goddammit, there shouldn’t be anything this big in the lake, it’s too shallow.” I try to reel in the line, pulling on both my pole and using the reel with all of my strength. I grunt, having never used so much force, “Argghhh..” when the line snaps. All that’s heard afterwards is the echoing of the loud thud from my behind hitting the inside of the boat. Catching my breath for a few moments, I get back up to check on the now broken line. My boat begins to rock, as if it’s starting to shake. Something seems to be trying to rock it. I try to balance myself and the boat by keeping my feet right against the inside edge, but it doesn’t stop. Faster and faster the boat rocks when all of a sudden, it stops. “F*** this, I’m done” I say to nobody I thought. “HELP ME!! HELP ME!!! HELP ME!!!!!” Loud screams fill my ear, hell bent on making them bleed. They grow grow louder, shrieking agonizingly in my ear drums. I lose my balance as the boat is starting to rock again, harder than before. I don’t remember hitting the water. Everything is in shades. I’m swimming underneath the water but there isn’t a way to resurface. The moon looks disgustingly gray now. I don’t know if I can do anything now. What happened? Who was calling to me? What was that voice? Wait, I think I see something. It’s… It’s a boat! Yeah! “Hey!” I swim up closer to the boat. It’s you! I see you! “Hey! Oh my goodness, I thought I was losing it, I’m so glad you’re here…” You look down right at me but it doesn’t seem like you notice me. “Hey!” I’m losing my mind. I don’t understand. What should I do? I swim as close as I can. You’re right there… “Can you hear me?”