So, last week sometime I decided it was about time that I bought some of the rain guard for the windshield of my car, right… so I go and get this different brand than what my father usually has because it says that it also helps sleet ball up and fly off the window as well as snow AND helps to ease the scraping off of frost in the morning as well [awesome, right?]. So tonight, I finally get the time [while it’s not dark and scary outside] to put it on. I follow the directions [which are stupid and vague… seriously… how much is using this gel crap ‘sparingly’?!… is that like, toothpaste amount for the entire front windshield or are we talking like, a glob of ketchup on a hotdog the correct amount?]. Anyway, I finish the widows I do not want to scrape in the morning, and then I go hang out with the girls for dinner/grey’s night at Megans.
When I get back in the car to come home, I notice it immediately. I clearly have done something incorrect or have used too much goop or something, because instead of a crystal clear view of the road in front of me, I have skewed lights that swirl and small circles overlapping [that was exactly what I was supposed to do by the way].
On the ride home [yes, I drove home without fixing it], I started thinking about how this is sometimes how it feels experiencing life. You are in the driver’s seat of this smooth ride, and although you see the generalities of everything going on around you… sometimes the glass you are looking through skews what you are looking at. In my case, things don’t look bad, but really beautiful with the swirls twisting the light and creating a sort of stained glass window-look. It’s gorgeous. It’s funny though, because… it really is what you see, but it’s not what is really there. It’s not like I have made up the swirl effect; between me and reality is this pane that has distorted the legitimate world.
Anyway, got me thinking and analogizing… I’m good at that. Perhaps not as good at John [smile]… but I am good at it. I sometimes wonder if we need to have that pane of glass between us and reality. For me, tonight, it made my reality romantic, beautiful and interesting. Sometimes I think I need that. The rose colored glasses that make everything seem a little more exciting than they actually are [shrug].
“Do not expect the world to look bright, if you habitually wear gray-brown glasses.”- Charles W. Eliot
2 comments:
such a philosophizer. i'm just glad you didn't crash on the way home. :)
i miss you, it's been awhile. :p
You need to listen to Dad more!
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