Spring is here.
You gotta know.
You gotta feel it.
ALL YOU GOT TO DO IS FEEL IIIIT!
I miss Bernie Mac.
I don't miss snow.
I'm ready for the pool and friends in the sun.
Well, I will be ready.
After I go to the gym...everyday. Ha.
I'm excited for Wine Wednesday on the deck.
I need to stain my deck.
And set up the patio furniture.
I love my fiance.
And even though March has been terrible to me,
I love my life.
Tomorrow is April... and I can FEEL IIIIT!
Ween
29.3.10
Merging.
People merge everyday. Every single day. They merge for so many reasons; convenience, necessity, preference, whatever.
You put your turn signal on, you look, you merge. Supposed to be easy. But sometimes you get hit from behind. That's when all those fancy police terms come into play; "failure to yield", "vision obscured", "congestion ahead", "too fast for conditions" and so on...
When you get rear ended, its like a bomb going off behind your head. You never saw it coming, you're shaken up, and all you can hear is a buzzing noise. You have no idea what the back of your car looks like, if it's even there at all. The thought of "what the hell just happened and what do I do now?" takes over. The other driver should get out and ask you if you're ok, because that's what normal humans would do...but sometimes, they just keep going.
This is more than just highway talk. It's about life in general. We merge everyday. Sometimes we don't have a choice, we merge, because we have to. Relationships end, so we change lanes. we change lanes to keep moving; keep moving forward. When that relationship ends, maybe we should have someone from the outside write a police report...cite the driver that didn't yield to the right of way, or who followed too closely, or the one that is just "at fault". I'm sure it wouldn't matter to the offender, the "at fault", they would lie...place blame on the other driver, or not even stop to take responsibility at all.
People merge into relationships too. We merge into marriage. We look, usually way more than once, we put on that trusted signal, and we merge. We get into the fast lane. Put the pedal to the metal. We hope that traffic doesn't brake. We watch the mirrors. We stay out of people's blind spots. We wear our seatbelts, just in case. We arrive alive.
Be a safe driver.
You put your turn signal on, you look, you merge. Supposed to be easy. But sometimes you get hit from behind. That's when all those fancy police terms come into play; "failure to yield", "vision obscured", "congestion ahead", "too fast for conditions" and so on...
When you get rear ended, its like a bomb going off behind your head. You never saw it coming, you're shaken up, and all you can hear is a buzzing noise. You have no idea what the back of your car looks like, if it's even there at all. The thought of "what the hell just happened and what do I do now?" takes over. The other driver should get out and ask you if you're ok, because that's what normal humans would do...but sometimes, they just keep going.
This is more than just highway talk. It's about life in general. We merge everyday. Sometimes we don't have a choice, we merge, because we have to. Relationships end, so we change lanes. we change lanes to keep moving; keep moving forward. When that relationship ends, maybe we should have someone from the outside write a police report...cite the driver that didn't yield to the right of way, or who followed too closely, or the one that is just "at fault". I'm sure it wouldn't matter to the offender, the "at fault", they would lie...place blame on the other driver, or not even stop to take responsibility at all.
People merge into relationships too. We merge into marriage. We look, usually way more than once, we put on that trusted signal, and we merge. We get into the fast lane. Put the pedal to the metal. We hope that traffic doesn't brake. We watch the mirrors. We stay out of people's blind spots. We wear our seatbelts, just in case. We arrive alive.
Be a safe driver.
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