Sex and the Highway..the start of true short stories
The Alternator, The speeding Ticket and The First car.
I'm driving and I'm stressed out because my battery is dying. It's not intuition. I had an oil change a couple of months ago and they warned me it was on it's way out. So now, he sits next to me explaining the chain of events following my cars demise if I don't get this taken care of soon.
"...and the alternator will break down."
"wait. What is the alternator exactly?"
And I guess I learn that the alternator is the back up for when you have no energy but you need that one last push, or one last song, it's there.
I don't recall any relationship I was in where I got the pushes I needed. I got physically pushed, but thats not what I mean. I got emotionally pushed which drove me insane, but I don't mean that either. I mean that positive charge to my negativity. The one that says "Hey...shit is happening, we'll get through ti together. I'll get you to where you need to go." As far as the details for fixing things, I'm on my own. I make decisions. But that alternator will guide me there. To the positive place. With a positive charge. He won't let me die.
And sometimes, when you get that last charge from your alternator...you get a good song going late at night, and you get an outsider behind you with bright lights saying "slow down. You're going too fast! I'm gonna tell on you to everyone." To which you say, go ahead, tell everyone...matter of fact, i'll show up in court and tell everyone myself. Things are going fast, it sounds good, it looks good, and I am going to a place I am happy. Go ahead and write that ticket. I'll put it in my scrapbook.
You think you learn all the ins and outs of problems with your first car. The first flat tire, the first oil change, the first time the tranny dies, the first fuse, the first sex in it..you think you know all the kinks to work out so that when you get the brand new car you plan on keeping till the end, you'll have enough practice to know the shortcuts and the warning signs. The first car doesn't tell you that it's not like every other car. It's been used, abused, and it's tired and wants a new owner. It liked you ok while you fed it gas and put money into it...but now it feels the change under the seats and wants to move on. So you move on, and you say thank god. And you find the new car. the one you picked. Not the one that picked you for your price tag. You picked it. You considered it. And you love it. For all it does, for how it sounds, for how it hugs your every curve on the road and the seat, and how smooth a ride it is. And you decide, I deserve to be happy. And I'm going to drive, and blast our song, and be happy. I earned it.
And if there's a problem, there's always the alternator.
I'm driving and I'm stressed out because my battery is dying. It's not intuition. I had an oil change a couple of months ago and they warned me it was on it's way out. So now, he sits next to me explaining the chain of events following my cars demise if I don't get this taken care of soon.
"...and the alternator will break down."
"wait. What is the alternator exactly?"
And I guess I learn that the alternator is the back up for when you have no energy but you need that one last push, or one last song, it's there.
I don't recall any relationship I was in where I got the pushes I needed. I got physically pushed, but thats not what I mean. I got emotionally pushed which drove me insane, but I don't mean that either. I mean that positive charge to my negativity. The one that says "Hey...shit is happening, we'll get through ti together. I'll get you to where you need to go." As far as the details for fixing things, I'm on my own. I make decisions. But that alternator will guide me there. To the positive place. With a positive charge. He won't let me die.
And sometimes, when you get that last charge from your alternator...you get a good song going late at night, and you get an outsider behind you with bright lights saying "slow down. You're going too fast! I'm gonna tell on you to everyone." To which you say, go ahead, tell everyone...matter of fact, i'll show up in court and tell everyone myself. Things are going fast, it sounds good, it looks good, and I am going to a place I am happy. Go ahead and write that ticket. I'll put it in my scrapbook.
You think you learn all the ins and outs of problems with your first car. The first flat tire, the first oil change, the first time the tranny dies, the first fuse, the first sex in it..you think you know all the kinks to work out so that when you get the brand new car you plan on keeping till the end, you'll have enough practice to know the shortcuts and the warning signs. The first car doesn't tell you that it's not like every other car. It's been used, abused, and it's tired and wants a new owner. It liked you ok while you fed it gas and put money into it...but now it feels the change under the seats and wants to move on. So you move on, and you say thank god. And you find the new car. the one you picked. Not the one that picked you for your price tag. You picked it. You considered it. And you love it. For all it does, for how it sounds, for how it hugs your every curve on the road and the seat, and how smooth a ride it is. And you decide, I deserve to be happy. And I'm going to drive, and blast our song, and be happy. I earned it.
And if there's a problem, there's always the alternator.