SuperGurl

What a fun weekend! Where?

Being a single parent can be lonely business a lot of the time. Once you try coupling up with a loser or two, you may become inclined to live the hermit’s life. Trust me, even perfectly commonplace brushes with society can lend themselves naturally towards a life of seclusion, not to mention those of a more personal nature. And those? If the situation is bad enough, you can easily start to set yourself apart at quite a distance, as well as, dig trenches.

Eremiticism–it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Who doesn’t dream of having more time to focus on their dreams? Besides being a nice destination for those wanting to flee the world upside down, thoughtfulness as a core virtue would make a nice anchor weight for the throngs of unwashed masses, our adulation nation. Consumed with self yet somehow absent any true reflection or meaning. Just gazing longingly into the circus mirrors. A moron monsoon of sorts. Actually, sharing any common core virtues would be a marked improvement. What is it our entire society values these days? Anyone?

Let me know, ok? It may become important to me should I decide to check back in.

You see, forced societal seclusion is another story. Welcome to my world. I really can’t help it. I think I have a leak or something. My innermost drives are coming out, and I’m walling off the world. People just don’t want to quantify the damage they inflict on innocents in the environment. What a crying shame! I am merely a vulnerable human being beneath my steel blue suit. Contain your freakness, folks. For real, it is getting out of hand.

Which brings me to my current predicament, my loner van. My car was mortally wounded a week or so ago and ever since, I’ve been on borrowed wheels.

The first week of the affliction, I spent in a mechanic’s loaner van. It was the atrocity you see pictured above, a club van, with room enough for a dozen adults. The kids drove me crazy in that thing, and I felt incredibly dangerous. Not to mention, a major unforseen life hazzard. I found myself singing made-up tunes incessantly like, “You won’t know who I am, in my big red van.” Something of a loneliness forcefield, this thing was a social plague all by itself. Ironic, since it had room enough for everyone.

Sigh.

Lately it’s been nice because I’ve been in swank dealer demos. They were trying to ease me into the debt pool, jacuzzi style, I guess. And it was working, I flew down there Saturday afternoon beaming with excitement over my soon to be new car. But early Saturday evening, the whole desperate situation actually devolved. In the first round of negotiations, I had a car salesman tell me maybe I should just go on down the road. Stunned me, I could not believe it. How freaking gank do you have to be to shut down a car salesman? Seriously? Do you really think I’m built to take all this? On the end of my rope, the last of my hope, I asked for the keys to my beloved, albeit sick, baby and drove her all the way home. She was happy to see me.

Maybe sometimes it just takes a desperate situation to put an out-of-whack perspective in check. I didn’t mind being alone until I was given the isolationmobile. Then, I voluntarily and eagerly put myself through a car salesman’s probing, 48 hours worth, and in the end, did not get a car but still feel dirty all over from the process. I can NOT believe the low class tactical bullshit that these people get away with in the sales end of the automobile industry. Where is the regulation on those assholes? How can they be allowed to sell people into 30k dollar holes without being required to tell the truth even once? Unbelievable.

But because I love you, I will save you the final tear-jerking guilt trip the owner’s son laid on me as I exited the probing station. Believe me, you would most assuredly lose your dinner and find people as repulsive as I do now.

Alone but not lonely, and for the time being, more content with what I have than my desires for what I don’t.

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