So I say fare thee well.
My truck got towed and impounded and I don’t think I am going to get it back. I spent months agonizing over it, thousands on building it, and then months neglecting it. I don’t think it’s the truck that I cared about, it’s the idea of the truck. So, it goes and I don’t miss it cause I never used it. This is about my personality more than anything, but I need to figure me out.
This may seem unrelated, but tangents are allowed, so, here goes: When I left my first real love after four years of living together, I was a drunk piece of trash with a degree and no direction other than OUT. I joined the service shortly after so that I could get some sort of long term goal going. I was celibate for more than two years, and in that time, I invented the guy who everyone calls ME. I am no longer happy with this person, and I have been working toward a new version of ME. Getting rid of the truck though the means are less than desirable is a step toward that. It has exposed the true nature of how I treat objects, and how I behave as an owner. I don’t like what I see. So, it’s time I decide what the character of ME is like.
“It aint no use to sit and wonder why, babe.
If you don’t know by now.”
“You don’t need a weatherman
to know which way the wind blows.”