Those Fucking Tacks

So, today when I got whipped into a ranting mood about Cynthia [aka my roommate. I've renamed her because Cynthia, the Barbie on Rugrats was just that ugly] I ended up with the perfect analogy.

So, I've been driving down my road of life. I'm dealing with the traffic of other drivers, the police of classes and responsibility and the weather patterns of drama that can drastically slow down this long winded trip. I'm currently driving a basic sedan, power windows and locks, A/C, Cd player with MP3 capabilities and those little bits of awesome that make like that much more awesome when i hit that one fucking tack that is trying to ruin everything.

Cynthia is that fucking tack. It's a little irritation that happens to have drastic affects on my comfort and ability to get where I'm headed. I mean, I've tried patching the tire repeatedly, and I've been on the lookout for more/other tacks, but periodically one slips under the radar and I hit it and it causes varying degrees of damage to the tires. Every time I hit one of these damn tacks I have to stop where I'm going and see if the tires and hold up for much longer or do I need to change them. New tires cost a lot and recently it seems like these tires are getting more vicious and my tires are getting more worn out. I'm tired of having to deal with the stopping and inspecting the tires getting more and more worried with how they're holding up. Every couple of miles or tens of miles there another tack that tries to ruin everything. I keep on rolling as best I can until something else tries to stop me. I'm just tired of how nit picky these tacks are and how tiring and stressful it is to deal with them all the time.

To gauge other things in life with this analogy my mother's death was like somebody totaling my car and my having to get a new one that looks as good or better than the previous one, but on the inside might not be as structurally sound. I'll get this one replaced again for a newer, nicer model hopefully in a few years.

Going to college was taking a new exit on the currently road that I've been driving for the past 19+ years of my life. it's been a nice route, aside from these damn tacks for the first couple thousand miles. The traffic hasn't been too bad and my car has gotten some nice upgrades, some grace notes and details to make it more kick ass.

Graduation was more of a lane change than and exit ramp, it was the preparation to get off one highway and onto another. Joining fencing club has been like a new paint job and my friend like I said have been bits of awesome like better sound system and comforts and amenities to the car.

Classes have been speed bumps, pot holes and random signs in the way that I have to work at safely navigating so I don't get caught up here on this road. Tips off campus have been kick ass scenery around this road.

Yeah. Life is the road, issues are difficulties to the road, people are distractions from the road and injuries to the car, friends are improvements to the car, experiences are changes in the world around the car. Life is one big road trip and I'm in control of as much of it as I can be.

Yeah,

Adios for now,
:Salute and bow:
Jasmine P.