i hate it when you have an online friend that you used to be close with and drift apart from because when you miss them it’s not like you can just invite them to come over and hang out with them to try to make things better, all you can do is message or text them or something and they might not even reply, so you just feel sad that your relationship will never be what it once was
ok none of that bullshit stuff
THESE are the best feelings in the world:
- peeing after holding it in all day
- faking ill and getting sent back to bed
- when you sing really emotionally and give yourself shivers b/c you’re fucking star quality
- getting a back massage
- seeing somebody you don’t like fall over omfg
- when you try and talk to your pet in their language and you feel like you’re having a conversation
Every three years or so, I have to have a shit load of work done on my car. This year it was the timing belt and filters. I take it in twice a year for the regular oil change and tire rotation, a $30 job at most. Yesterday’s work cost hundreds. I’m not complaining. The only trouble my car has given me in the last 8 years is one flat tire. That’s all. Could happen to anyone. It’s suffered long trips to S.D., MT., N.M., NB., KS. in wintery weather and in sweltering weather and sailed effortlessly up Pike’s Peak…and down. It’s put up with four growing kids, car seats, booster seats, sports equipment, and a luggage rack on top and several teenage girls with their make up and wardrobe changes (the windows are tinted). Whenever I take it in, they wash and vacuum it, then compliment me on its cleanliness: I take all the trash out at night and vacuum it myself at least once a week. I figure if it’s going to take good care of us, I should good care of it. I post this because it is a metaphor for people as well. Don’t complain or bitch or refuse to see what others are seeing, that you may need a little help, you may need to stop, hydraulically rise above it and let the pros see your flaws and help you realize you are not who you used to be, and never will. Accept changes and a thorough ‘wash’ now and then wouldn’t hurt. People have ‘timing belts’ too. Change them and you’ll feel ready to impress again, just as you did the day someone noticed you on the showroom floor, how you changed their lives and opened up their eyes to new beginnings and horizons. Because if you keep stressing the old one, the original one, you’ll end up at the side of the road with more problems than you could possibly imagine…if you know anything about engines and a lot about people.
If you’re wondering, I drive a Honda Pilot. I never take for granted or get stupid behind the wheel, because 90% of the time I am not alone. One does not rise to this exceptional kind of quality…alone.