grlnxtdr thinks it will all work itself out
Yesterday, taking them to their appointments, I stopped to buckle him in to the backseat, putting my book (three ring binder full of sensitive paperwork)on top of the car.
And you know what happened next, don’t you?
The last time I did this, it was the exact same circumstances, buckling a person in, book on top of the car. Luckily, it just got run over, and kicked around a bit, but someone picked it up right away, before I even knew I didn’t have it. It was run over multiple times, and had to be replaced, but it was intact.
Yesterday, when it fell off the car, it EXPLODED. 5 lanes of traffic, very windy conditions, vital, vital paperwork blowing down the street. I did get to “stop traffic”, and wouldn’t you know, that thought actually crossed my mind as I humiliated myself on a busy thoroughfare. (hey, I can cross this one off as DONE!)
Two LOVELY people got out of their cars and chased my papers down the street, and I literally couldn’t have done it without them. I’m sure I was quite the fucking spectacle, stepping on papers, trying not to get run over, trying to save my life, which was in that book.
Some people looked sympathetically at me, as they made their way to wherever they were going, others were annoyed or downright pissed off that I was in the road. (Believe me, not the place I wanted to be at all)
I did put my head way, way up, just to appear as if I had a shred of dignity left in my body. The whole incident (oh, God, it was an incident!) lasted for about 10 horrible, humiliating minutes, and the most important papers were salvaged, “This looks like it was important…” “Oh, my God, yes it was, thank you, thank you, bless your heart.”...
The night before, I had danced completely by myself, on a 20 by 40 dance floor ALONE, not another person dancing, and I felt like I was in a movie, a cool drama about a girl and her self-esteem, starring Me.
The very next day, I am in a comedy, a bitter comedy, where the girl is accident prone, and it’s a Series of Unfortunate Events, that would hopefully lead to some Prince Charming shit, but that’s not quite how it went down.
I am able to think multiple thoughts at one time, and one of the best and most helpful was, “This is CHARACTER BUILDING, right here, girlfriend.”
That’s what made me put my head up, and sweep my arms out, to say, “Yeah, that’s right, my paperwork is blowing down the street, and you bastards are running it over, that’s right. Be glad it’s not you!”
I grew a whole lot yesterday. That must be the silver lining.
