Firstly, the paint is fading majorly and I've been warned about that going past the primer. Cool. The air conditioning is broken, one of the nobs to control the heat temperature is broken, it leaks oil. Both of my back speakers are blown out and its pretty much always dirty, cause its black. I'd like to sell it.
Also, I've noticed that I have to keep filling it up with gas, and most often I don't have enough money to put more than 15 dollars in at a time. Not to mention the crime, death, war, pollution and corruption that is a result of the oil my car eats.
When you drive a car you have to stop at every. single. stinkin. red. light. And you have to sit in the s l o w e s t trafficinth e c o u n t r y.
I don't ever see people in Orange County. I mean, I see the people I drive to, and drive from. But other than that all I see are cars, cars, cars, cars. I see the backs of cars and fronts of cars and sides of cars as they almost merge into my car and cars I will never be able to afford. Cars fill up parking spaces and I have to walk back to my house. Cars prevent me from turning out of my driveway for a solid four minutes while I'm late to class. Huge cars prevent me from seeing anything in front of me and thousands of cars box me in and make me feel stifled and stuck– anything but "free".
I wish I could remember that there are people in all of these cars. Sometimes I forget. Forget that there are actually people all around me. But here we are so so so good at hiding in our own little worlds and car bubbles we don't have to ever interact with anyone. Just cars on the freeway.
Can't we all just walk down the freeway? Just once?
2 comments:
I feel your pain! I decided a few months ago that when I do see the back of someones head or their face that I would remember that God loves them too and that I should pray for them, so when I am waiting for those same 4 minutes to turn from fairview onto downie I watch for their faces and pray for them.
But how great it would be to actually walk beside them. You should get up early and walk to school :)
The other day I walked to pick RRR up from school. There is a neighbor that lives down about 6 houses from us and he is mentally disabled. He makes different noises and is in his 30s. He rocks back and forth and just hangs out outside doing nothing. SO when I walked past him I smiled, said hello and waved. AS I continued to walk I saw him jumping and smiling and yelling hello!!!
God surely gave us feet for a reason indeed!
You should come get your bike!
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