When we were driving with the top down last night, 2 thoughts crossed my mind:
- “Oh my god, anyone could just, like, shoot me in the head!”
- “Wow, suddenly I want to talk with all the people we pass on the street”
Odd, no? Fear and friendliness from this odd exposure to the world
i love you and miss you.
i love you and miss you.
re:#1 – Oh good, I’m not the only one who thinks things like that!
#2 – not me- I’m such a freak magnet, I’m ususally avoiding eye contact and hoping that nobody will talk to me. I’m usually hoping that my hair hasn’t fashioned itself into some bizarre geometric shape I can’t see or repair.
(I learned to drive on a 1976 TR6 convertible…was fun, but my dad sold it b/c “British cars are great, if you don’t mind waiting a month for the parts to come in when it breaks down twice a week.”)
re:#1 – Oh good, I’m not the only one who thinks things like that!
#2 – not me- I’m such a freak magnet, I’m ususally avoiding eye contact and hoping that nobody will talk to me. I’m usually hoping that my hair hasn’t fashioned itself into some bizarre geometric shape I can’t see or repair.
(I learned to drive on a 1976 TR6 convertible…was fun, but my dad sold it b/c “British cars are great, if you don’t mind waiting a month for the parts to come in when it breaks down twice a week.”)