Therapist to client– How are you?
Client - The same.
Therapist – What does that mean?
Client - I’m as angry as I was yesterday. I’m as tearful, as sad. I’m the same.
At 1:45PM when Mr. Negative Cabby didn’t show up I knew something wasn’t right. I called the cab company to find out where he was. They said he’s not going to be able to get me today and they’re trying to send someone else. The operator asked if I’m bringing the dog. It’s illegal to ask me not to bring him so they ask, “Um, are you bringing the dog? If you’re not we can take the flag for the dog off and maybe someone will catch the call out.” “No, I’m not bringing the dog today.” Within ten minutes I had a cab show up. (I know, I know it’s illegal. I know I can report that but please supply me with the energy to fight it.) So, the cab driver showed up. I got to therapy about 15 minutes late. Amy (age 5) stayed out the entire time which was odd. That was odd but frustrating was waiting a full hour for a cab to come and bring me back home. Someone left the dog flag up which was why it took so long to get home. (Report it, tell me something I don’t know. Again, supply me with the energy to do it. I’m tired y’all, the fight is a bit much. It’s easier now to not bring the dog than to fight them on it. So I left him here.)
So why didn’t I just hop in the car and drive to therapy? Well, I woke up on the 2nd ready to face my day. I was rather pumped. I’m usually pumped on the 2nd but this time I had a car right? I thought about all the stuff that would be so much easier with transportation. If the sweeper belt broke I didn’t have to pay someone to take me to the store to get a $2 sweeper belt. I could go to the store once a week instead of trying to do everything at one time so as not to drop $10 to $20 more than once. Driving means I can fill meds when I need them instead of needing money to get in someone’s car and go to the pharmacy. Driving means getting picking up dog meds without paying out the ass to go get them. Paying out the ass every time I step in someone’s car gets old and it gets expensive. So I was thrilled right. Well, the 2nd I was to go to the store and get peaches and whipped cream for the waffles but the car wouldn’t start. The very day the papers were handed to me the mother fucker wouldn’t start. I don’t even know what else to say about that. Well, yeah, I was angry beyond belief for hoping, for letting myself get comfortable, for allowing myself to get excited. No, the car isn’t dead but it sure as heck isn’t moving. Now please, I’m asking you, don’t leave comments about how expensive it is to keep a car cause I know that. I’m aware that it’s expensive to keep a car and that I need to be prepared for breakdowns. But for the love of Pete I sure as hell wasn’t expecting it as soon as the car was mine. Well, I say mine but I haven’t handed the man a dime yet.
My insurance rate (which I’ve already paid this month) is so low it’s not even funny. I pay more for my DSL connection than a monthly rate on insurance. I have the same plan I’ve always had. I have a good record, got mega discounts for different things. I was thrilled to death when they told me how much my car insurance is going to be. Now here we go…no go for now. WTF? I mean really, WTF???
Actually, since I’m pissed beyond belief about every living thing I’m going to go ahead and turn comments off cause on this entry here I’m likely to take offense where none is meant. I guess I’m a bit sensitive about “car’s are expensive” and “I hope she’s covered on insurance well” and other bullshit I’ve heard as if I’ve never driven before as if I have no clue at all what it cost to keep a car. As if..as fucking if. So, I’m closing comments on this entry. No toes, no way to step on them right?
Destiny
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