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“I coulda’ killed you. You’d be dead right now if I hadn’t of hit my brakes.” Words no one should hear after flashing lights and siren pull you over in the dark. I’m still a little shocked after the incident.
I always wondered what it would be like to have the authority to pull over someone who “failed to yield the right-away”. Us mere mortals, only get to yell, flip, and drive on muttering. But as a Police Officer, you get to do an illegal U-turn, almost cause an accident, and terrorize helpless civilians.
I guess I should be grateful that after I made a stupid call in judgement, after a distracted moment, I got off with a warning. The little snot declared that if he had given me a ticket, I would have lost my license and just “what the hell was I doing in his state anyways”.
I’ve been thinking about this for several days now and can come up with no reason why he was so angry, hostile, and down-right scary rude. He had the gun. I didn’t say anything. I told him what I was doing as he shined his flashlight in my eyes. I made no sudden movements. I just don’t get it. He scared the bejeezus out of me and that makes me angry.
After he drove off, I made it to a well-lit place, pulled over, and indulged in a small nervous breakdown. I still had several hours of night-driving yet to get home.
Was he having a bad day? Was he annoyed? I didn’t know it was any of his business what I was doing in ‘his state’. Maybe he was pissed I scared him? I just don’t get it.
I’m bummed. No other way to describe it.
Lately I’ve been walking around with that nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’ve not said anything “right” in days and have been getting weird looks at work. “Change is good”, keeps shouting a voice in my head. Why is change good? Why can’t I go to my favorite restaurant and find my favorite dish? Why can’t I expect Thanksgiving dinner to be the same enjoyable way it has been for the last 5 years? Why can’t my job be challenging and happy like it was last year? Why every time I wonder why, am I listed as a stick in the mud? Ever notice that change is only good to the changer not the changee?
Laundry is calling…
Ciao
When do we loose that joy of life? The laugh that little kids have at the pure joy of walking. When do we begin to creak when we walk? Ache when we walk? Groan when we try to get out of a chair?
Over the last few weeks, I swear my warranty has expired on my body. Betrayed by back pain, allergies, and just plain general malaise. How did I let myself get to this state of disrepair?
It isn’t all bad but I often think of the comedian that said, “Why are people shocked when they look in the mirror and suddenly see a change?” “It’s not like you go to bed and wake up fat!”
Life comes at you fast. You might want to duck.
Back to doing stretching exercises and worrying about salt intake. Ciao
First entry.. Thoughts… Nothing profound other than a lack of ambition, greed, and sex. Gotcha’ didn’t I? That 3 letter word gets everyone’s attention rather fast. I’m just sitting here in my cube trying to make myself work. Thinking that there must be thousands of these things.Had the darndest time convincing myself this weekend that I should be happy, could be happy about something major in my life.. The Greek dilemma where hubris before a fall, kinda roams around in the back of my head. I’m about to go thru a gluttony of consumerism and spending. I’m building a house. Not just an average house, but something extravagant for a person with no kids and only a SO. I’m having to deal with all kinds of strange conversations on the topic. What gives with people feeling they not only have the right to question you but then turn around and tell you it’s for your own good?? chuckle…
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Thoughts of an Old Fart 