the sound of pathetic
i don't want to step on anyone's toes here. no. ok, i do. i think it's well
established that i'm a big toe-stepper-onner and that any deviation from that
behavior just backs me up. you know... mentally...
so i own a sporty car. i'm not saying a sports car, because a miata isn't really
one of those big-time blow everyone's doors off cars. it corners great, the
top drops and it gives me a great excuse not to have to try and help people
move. or procreate. what i try to know about my car and me is my limitations
on the road.
anyone that knows me or has ridden in my car (which should, in theory, be the
same group of people) knows that i'm not a big risk taker. sure, i make mistakes
on the road... everyone does. but i don't intentionally take big risks.
so i'm rolling in the slow lane, looking for my chance to step up to the middle
lane. knowing me, i looked for a fairly large gap before i made my move. i don't
know what your mother may have told you about southerners... and maybe when
it comes to welcome wagons and church bazarres, they are a friendly, generous
bunch. on the road, they're mostly a bunch of fuckers.
i throw the car down a gear, the song i'm listening to ends and suddenly i
hear what i now believe to be the sound of pathetic. it sounded like sesame
street's grover trying to imitate a car. the jagoff in the econobox was trying
to close the gap.
again, i'm not the owner of a big giant 8+ cylander monster machine. just a
miata. but a miata can certainly tell, say... a ford escort to Go Play Elsewhere.
so i made it. no biggie.
but it makes me wonder... as traffic often does... at what point does someone's
life become so sad and desperate that keeping others out of their lane is a
big power trip?
something i said
"i've never seen anyone with a broken leg trying to jog, but i see lots
of people trying to love with a broken heart."
"i'm talented, attractive and fun to be around. if i were skinny it wouldn't
be fair to the others."
i'm going to conquer the world with my sappy, hallmark-sounding platitudes.
you just wait.
