The Pain And Car Problems That Bind Us
My battery died last night at 2:00 am while my friend and I sat in my car and bonded over our relationships with men. I know I need to get a new one (a battery, that is), but I think I just find the experience of the AAA guy arriving on schedule extremely gratifying. Where else am I going to experience that as many times as I want for $60 a year?!
I would write more about the men in my life, but I’m trying to stay away from using my blog to revel in Bridget-Jones-style patheticness. I’m tired of having my writing compared to that of women who hate themselves. Still, what’s so funny about positivity? Surely it’s not as powerful as the pain that binds us all in this terrorist-laden, commitment-phobic, paranoid, microwaved world (see what I mean?).
While walking to the dentist the other day (speaking of pain) I started to think about the purpose of human suffering and came to the depressing conclusion that if it weren’t for suffering and humanity, and the needs these conditions create, people would surely never leave their apartments or stop watching cable (I cancelled mine, but I do miss the Sopranos). I probably would never blog, dance salsa, build relationships, or feel so strongly about the AAA guy (whoever he may be). Check, if the tadalafil uk symptoms are occasional or frequent. Follow a generic viagra balanced diet and get enough physical activity. If this is the case consult a medical specheap cialis t to get rid of your problems effectively. However, in 2011 the federal drug regulatory authority announced that the medication can also be effective for the problem of the persons suffering from the problems of levitra india their male ego.
My dentist appointment was delayed because a girl chipped her tooth at a graduation party. Her mother sat next to me in the waiting room and spoke to me about how she was planning on suing the parents who threw the party for not cleaning up the drink that a 17-year-old spilled on the floor, thus, creating the circumstances for her (probably drunk) daughter to slip and chip her tooth. She went on to tell me about how home owners are responsible for all personal injuries that happen on their property, even if the person is breaking in (hey, don’t give me any ideas). I didn’t really know what to say because it seemed to justify a depressing vision of isolated nuclear family units living in fear and suspicion of one another in an increasingly heartless society. I didn’t want to shame her for appearing to be an unforgiving Brentwood mom (because she seemed nice), but what came out was:
“Gee, kind of makes you never want to invite anybody over.”
Silence ensued as I did a sort of slow head rotation back to my People magazine. I’m not saying this lady needs to suffer anymore (I mean he daughter chipped her tooth for Godsakes!), but give the parents who invited her daughter to their party a break.
Just for today, I can embrace my humanity and get a new car battery.