2005.11.05 Sat - My First Love
We seem to be raising a generation of whining babies. I'll write more about that some other time, but for now I'm gonna whine like a baby:
I'm having more of these days as of late... the tough ones. Maybe I'm not having more of them, but they're harder to bear and get me down more easily than before. I'd fallen asleep at the wheel a couple of weeks ago, resulting in a bent suspension. It could have been worse I know. I have been more careful the last few years about driving while drowsy, but it took this one short trip in which I was careless and thought it wouldn't be long before I got home. I'm spread way too thin. It's not so much the lack of sleep as it is the nonstop pace of every waking hour, everyday of the week.
I'd hit the center divide on the highway and bounced off. When I got home I was scared to look at my car. Amazingly, the body (and the mirror) wasn't even scratched. The wheels had taken the full force of the impact, which was so hard, stuff in the passenger side door pocket ended up thrown into my lap. Lucky (by the Grace of God). Alas, some parts of the suspension needed replacing.
But I digress. This morning I took my car in to get the alignment checked again after getting the car fixed at another shop. They told me an hour. "OK, I'll wait." I had Harry Potter 6 with me anyhow. More than 3 hours went by before I finally got my car back, and it still wasn't fixed. "You need to replace such and such still before the rear can be aligned." *sigh* Saddened by the outlook of more money to have to spend, I rushed off 'cuz the extra 2 hours it took had made me late to a driving thing up in Alameda. I wore a hat today 'cuz my hair was a mess. Wearing a hat limits my visibility a bit, including the rearview mirror. I didn't see the cop behind me until his lights were flashing. 85 in a 65 zone. He was a new cop being trained too. Interesting. I think he wanted to let me off, but the other cop wanted him to practice writing a citation. *sigh*
Due to being late in the first place and getting pulled over for a speeding ticket, I didn't make my time slots for my runs. Wasted trip. Wasted gas. I drove the 45 miles back home with nothing to claim for it. On my way home I heard scraping from the right side (other side of the car from the suspension problems). "What now?" I pulled off and found that the plastic wheel well shell had come detached and was scraping against the tire. I burned my finger touching a metal screw that had heated up by rubbing against the tire at high speeds. I didn't care anymore 'cuz of the rough day and grabbed my pocket knife and just cut the excess plastic off. "Too bad." I was grumpy. I continued home and about 5 min.'s later, the ABS warning light turned on. "?!?" *sigh*
I got back to South Bay when a friend called me up for dinner. It was nice to hear from a friend. I got there pretty down and didn't care if it showed. It came up and I started to share, but they seemed distracted. They said something to the waiter during my retelling of the day so I stopped mid-sentence. I didn't restart. She didn't notice. Gee thanx.
That was the last straw. I didn't wanna be around anyone anymore. That's unusual. I don't ever mind being alone, but I've hardly ever desired to be alone. I'm posting this picture 'cuz it reminds me of friends I used to have (old pic of the EFC/Harvest Berkeley Class of '99). Since then, 5 are now married, one guy has passed away, and I hardly ever see any of the rest anymore either as most are not in the area anymore. I try not to dwell in the past, but I still find myself remembering that those college days together were nice. I realized after parting with my "friend" today that I don't have anyone anymore. Since moving down to the South Bay, there's no one I feel like I can just call up out of the blue, or just show up at their door like I used to do all the time with many friends. There isn't anyone within driving distance that I have that sort of friendship with anymore. Everyone I've invested in in the past is out of my life for one reason or another. For some, it's because I'm pretty bad at keeping in touch with people not within driving distance. With others, well, there are other reasons. This is a pattern I've realized about my life since my first memories of friends or of family members. I'm tired and don't really feel like investing again if this is what ends up happening.
The heading title is because I've found myself with only my First Love again. Alone. No one else is here. I don't find comfort in Him as much as I find hope and reason to persevere. My faith in that hope and reason is based on past experiences and His promises evidenced by such experiences.
The linked heading is because I kinda' wanna just leave for a place where I don't know anyone and can start life over in a sense, and because I miss Paris. Yeah, I know that's a pretty whiny thing to say and want. God's placed me where I am and when for good reason. I know why I'm here. I'm assured of that. I know who I'm here to serve. I just don't have anyone here that serves me anymore. There are those that try, but it feels more like pity, or like people who think they know me, but really don't help. Wow, what a drama-queen'ish thing to say.
P.S. - I hate pity. So please don't give any. It only gets me more down. I'm recording/posting for future reference and for the benefit of others that may ever feel the same. But, intelligent commentary (especially Biblical truths) is always appreciated. Peace.
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