Maybe if I say it with enough excitement I will fool myself into believing it.
I am changing,
OK trying to change, but the forces of STRANGE are trying to stop me.
For the past two days as I leave my house on my way to work a strange white Suburban has been parked in my driveway. My poor little car has to sleep parked in the street.
Yesterday on my way to the scary parking garage a stranger started yelling at me from his car. He parked, rolled down his window and yelled at me. When I didn't answer he honked and revved his car. I continued to ignore his cruel taunts and threats and continued walking.
On my way home, I received an invitation to a
barbecue from an old friend, I declined but agreed to help decorate. I got lost on the way. While I was trying to grasp the idea that I had somehow driven myself in the opposite direction of my intended destination the large truck behind me started honking. Cursing the root beer
jellybellys in my car I looked into the rear view mirror. Lo and behold another old face from the semi recent past. We exchanged greeting while tying up traffic and drove our separate ways. At the BBQ I was greeted by several faces that I haven't seen in months. As I imagined the sun raining down in shades of brightly colored balloons, a cop asked me a question. I asked him to repeat himself, "Is this a Speedy Stop Picnic?", I had no idea what that meant. He was a cop so I did my best to answer, "I thought this was a picnic for the gays." I scampered away from the befuddled copper with the thought that the amount of balloons needed to carry me away would blot out the sky. I wanted to leave but could not find my keys. They had been mistakenly pocketed by a stranger who had earlier offered me colorful condoms and referred to them as "bubble gum".
