I adopted the shoeless policy at home long ago. I remember in high school, one of my friends was shocked to find that we all wore shoes at home. Now, grandma's home was built by someone from Back East, and it included a "Mud Room" which contained junk and never used for its intended purpose, because there was never any mud to contend with. Due to a continued lack of mud, and comfort in my bare feet, I adopted the shoeless policy and I keep all my shoes by the door, or in the closet for rarely-used pairs.<p>My fiancée was, in turn, shocked by my steadfast barefoot stance, and she coaxed me into wearing sandals around the house. This was a firmer and kinder coaxing than the hints I get from Mom, which come indirectly: gifts of moccasins and slippers that I hate, and pre-shaming me for dropping fingernail fragments on the floor before I even start cutting my nails.<p>I have no such issues living alone, so I'm comfortable in my own skin here. Fight me.