30(2) days of write/right.
This has been tried before. Not just in general, but by me. Time to try it again. I’ve accepted the futility of year-long resolutions. It’s too lengthy of a time, and if you screw it up, the chance for recovery isn’t for MONTHS. Plus I’ve been told, time and time again, that it takes 30 days for a ritual to become a habit. So, I’m starting now, the day before my Mom sends me to Orlando with some stranger to buy a stolen car.
I’m home on vacation, so I don’t ordinarily have a reason to get up in the morning, so I sleep in more and more. 8am became 9. 9am became 10. Now I crawl out of bed at 1pm, and fall asleep around 5-6am. It wouldn’t be a problem if not for this 6am stolen car jaunt.
At least, I think it’s stolen. I don’t really understand the details. My Mom knows someone who knows someone who can get people into these car auctions, underground dealer only auctions, where you can buy a car for thousands of dollars less than what it’s worth, but you have to pay the guy $600 to do it, very cloak and dagger, but her friends have purchased a dozen or so cars this way.
Personally, I think this is questionable because if the guy can do this, why doesn’t he just do it himself, and sell the cars on Craigslist every day? Answer: Because they are hot.
So I have to get up tomorrow (5 hours) at 6am, and ride with this stranger to Orlando and pick out a car my Mom would like. Being in a confined place with someone I don’t know is a hellacious proposition for me. I am uncomfortable with new (0 days – 2 years) people, due to a self-diagnosed case of high functioning Asperger’s syndrome. We’re going to have to talk. And since I don’t know the guy it won’t be a real conversation, it’ll be a conversation for the sake of having a conversation conversation. It’ll be brutal, and I’ll be exhausted, and I won’t want to do it at all.
But, I’ll do it, because my Mom’s life is a mess and she has no one on her side, really, and it makes me sad to think about it so I’ll wake up, and ride with Car-lie manson, and hopefully he won’t slaughter me, or at the very least if he does I’ll be too tired to be too terribly upset about it.
Oh yeah, my January resolution (one at a time) is to write a page every day for 30 days.
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BONUS: Over lunch I took part in the following exchange.
ME: Hmm, the cabbage, I don’t like it either.
FRIEND: Why don’t you like cabbage?
ME: It doesn’t taste good when I put it in my mouth.
I don’t know what else she was expecting, really.