In Which My Blisters Refuse to Burst

I'm okay with not having a shoe filled with pus. There are two blisters. One is small, on the ball of my left foot. I can put weight on it,but its still a little sore when I poke at it. The other one is a little bigger than a JFK half dollar, and filled with a liquid that makes me irresistible to the opposite sex (not really). I'm scared to put any weight on it, out of fear I'll burst it and my shoe will fill with pus. I've said pus a lot just mow. Pus is an inaccurate term, I have no idea what's actually in blisters. Let's ask Google. I asked Google, who in turn, asked Wikipedia: "A blister is a small pocket of fluid within the upper layers of the skin, typically caused by forceful rubbing (friction), burning, freezing, chemical exposure or infection. Most blisters are filled with a clear fluid called serum or plasma.[1] However, blisters can be filled with blood (known as blood blisters) or with pus (if they become infected)." I can't wait to evacuate some plasma. The sensation of anything against my foot feels weird, and makes me forget how to navigate on it. It causes me to use muscles that aren't used to being used in this manner. They're already sore. Everyone's getting married or engaged and it makes me feel rabid and unwanted. Especially in the cases where the couple in question has been together for less time than I've been with Matt. There's only one of those right now, but there are two cases sealing with that specific subject matter. One case hits pretty close to home: Other Matt/Matt #2 plans to propose in July. Case #2, a friend from college has been engaged for a month or two, has set a date for next May, a year from now. Needless to say, I have been drinking my feelings semi-incessantly. Needless to say, I've been shopping.