Random Musings From A Road Trip
So I took a road trip last weekend with my bestest cousin ever. I like to think of her as my alterego - the funny, spontaneous, outgoing, loud version of me. LOL. She flew to NY from Indiana (where she was shooting), we rented a car, drove out of state to visit my 90-year-old grandma who was visiting from Jamaica. We talked and laughed the whole way there, and the whole way back. These are just some random musings from my trip:
I need to get back on the highway. Ever since the time I almost killed myself and Abby, I haven't driven on one. This is supposed to be they Year of No Fear, so I'm gonna get cracking on that.
The women in my family outlive their husbands. Thankfully, I haven't really experienced many deaths in my family, but the women are pretty strong. My paternal great-grandmother lived to be 95 - long after her husband had died. My maternal grandmother outlived her husband by about 10 years. My paternal grandmother is still living; her husband died about 40 years ago. I guess I should be looking for a dude with a family where the men outlive the women so we can grow old together.
The way I am makes perfect sense after spending a weekend with my family. I am more like them than I realize.
I think I should add my cousin to my list of white matchmakers. Not only did she try to hook me up with a dude who is blatantly into her; the dude looks like my brother - same build, same cheekbones, same tiny head. That's perfectly ok if you're Angelina Jolie...not so hot if you're me.
I met yet another beautiful, inspirational black couple. They were both good looking, had a great family, really nice positive vibes - the works. I know many young, positive black couples with a great family life and I'm happy to have met another. Couples like these only help to reinforce my idea of black love and the standards I've set for myself. I feel great just knowing that it's possible. Vive l'amour noir!
Hearing "I'm still not over you." doesn't feel as good as I thought it would. Shit, I hope this doesn't mean I'm back to square one.
Sometimes the iPod Trip doesn't work. You can tune to 87.9 all you want to, but chances are, you might have to listen to the radio.
A lot of people find me more beautiful than I find myself. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'm ugly. Just average, not "gorgeous" or "beautiful", just an average attractive chick. I think my familiy makes too big of a deal about my looks. It makes me uncomfortable to get compliments about my beauty. Very uncomfortable. Yet hypocrite I am, I do it to other people all the time. LOL.
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3 Comments:
I feel better already (you know like misery loves company?) I thought I was the only person in whole, entire universe who has a fear of highways, don't know where this comes from. It's silly but if I have a choice I'd take the local roads anyday. I was trying to explain to a friend of mine what about the highway that makes me feel comfortable. I told her the the illusion of open space. I like to see trees, houses, etc nearby when I'm driving and highways kind tend to be away from that, so I feel like I'm driving into the grand canyon. lol.
Isn't that the silliest thing you've ever heard? Yep, that's me.
It's not so much the open road, as it is the speed and changing of lanes. If I could go a nice solid 40 mph and stay in the same lane for 4 hours, then I'd be ok...
ROFL @ the iTrip not working. I've been telling people from day one to buy the cassette adapter (no not the expensive one. Find a store selling the ones for cheap for CD players and you won't even spend $10) Audio quality is better and you don't have to try to compete with high power radio station signals/car remotes/garage door openers/radar detectors/cell phones. I think people forget those are all using radio waves.
Anyhow, enough on that. Good to hear you got over your fear. The more you drive on the highway, the less it becomes this giant monster to be feared. Did you know they design highways with turns so you don't fall asleep. True thing.
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