Today I leave you with some random thoughts:
I hate when I get to work and someone is parked in my spot. I hate it even more that it’s starting to become a regular thing. Who is this person and where did they come from. I end up having to park in the spot next to mine, next to this red F150. I sit there in my car staring at it in the most evil of ways, wondering who is the person stealing my space.
Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do about it since we do not actually have assigned parking spaces. Technically that spot is not mine. My only claim to it is that I have been parking in that same spot for five years, that is until this fool decided to steal it from me.
In other random news: There is this couple that I see sometimes when I’m coming into work and leaving. The wife drives to work every day with her husband riding along. She goes into work and he drives himself away. He comes back to pick her up and then gets into the passenger seat and she drives them home.
You might think that they only have one vehicle and this is why they ride together. No. You would be wrong. I think they have three cars. I have seen them in three different vehicles, they usually don’t take the same one two days in a row. Isn’t that bizzarre? The husband is always in shorts and a t-shirt, and I’m thinking he’s retired.
Actually, I don’t even know why I put so much thought into this. I guess I just find it odd that he’s willing to ride with her to and from work every day, and more odd because she gets to work at 7am. Who wants to be up that early just to ride along?
It reminds me of this lady I used to work with that didn’t know how to put gas in her car, and she was in her 50s. She would always make her husband do it, and he was more than happy to oblige. If he was out of town, she would get friends to go with her during lunch to do it. Seriously, how hard is it to pump gas? Obviously it was more of a “don’t want to” than a “don’t know how”.
One time she had jury duty during the winter, and he would drive downtown to the courthouse to warm up her car before she would get out of jury duty each day. And they didn’t live close to downtown! They lived at least 30 minutes away. Now that is some serious dedication!
It made me wonder how people can live so dependent on someone else. What if that person dies, or leaves you? It’s nice to be able to depend on someone when you need it, but I also need to know that at any given point I could take care of myself.
Ok, that’s enough of my rambling for now.
Ok…that was all over the place.
When I was living in the apartment, I spent WAY too much time figuring out what was the basis for life of all the people living around me. The little youngster above me was WAY cute. He workout all the time. First I thought he rolled barrells across the floor, but that didn’t add up. I thought he was gay. He had a Something About Mary dog that always looked like it was going to go on a suicide mission and jump off the balcony on me. Then I decided he wasn’t gay (the guy…not the dog…I’m not sure about the dog) But then he showed up wearing a scarf…..and you KNOW about guys that wear scarves.
Fine line between love and codependence, want and need, healthy and unhealthy…. I usually ride the fence…until I get racked by it and fall to the dark side.
Left by Mark on September 15th, 2005