Some Grumblings

On the subject of auto traffic:

Why is it that I can be driving along, obeying traffic rules, going the speed limit, and somehow I manage to piss somebody off? Coming home from the university the other day, I was in the right lane behind a pickup, traveling along at the speed limit. Some lady in a red car changes lanes from the left lane to the right lane so close to my rear end that she nearly clips me. I sped up a little to avoid the collision (even though it would have been her fault if we wrecked, I had better things to do than waste my time with police and everything), I couldn't speed up much because that pickup was right in front of me. The red car starts tailing me very closely. I can see in my rear view mirror that the lady is flipping me off, shaking her head, and probably (from the movements of her lips) was yelling some kind of profanity. I couldn't imagine what in the world her problem was. I didn't do anything. I didn't even change lanes the whole time I was on the road. I had turned in to the right lane initially and all was clear, then this gal drives up beside me, nearly clips me, and tries to cause trouble. I tapped my brakes just a little bit to warn her that I may need to do so more quickly if the truck in front of me must stop abruptly. But my brake tapping only infuriated her even more. Oh well. If she hits me, she hits me. Nothing I could do about it. I just keep wondering how in the world she was so mad at me to begin with when I did nothing to her.
This sort of thing happens all the time, not just with me, but I have seen it happen to other people on the road too. People just minding their own business, following traffic laws and speed limits, and all of a sudden, some road-raged-oholic get pissed and tries to start trouble. It's like those idiots are thinking "How dare you obey traffic laws, how dare you follow the speed limit." You know "How dare anyone be a good law-abiding citizen! I hate you and I am going to prove it by flipping you off...see there is my finger, and then I'm going to shout all kinds of nasty things about you that you can't even hear....see my lips are moving angrily."

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Ok, change of subject, but beware, more venting will occur.

I have noticed now that a lady with any morals at all, any faith, any respect for her own body has no place in this world. I am so tired of being treated as a worthless human being for not being a woman who "puts out". I am engaged, yet still I have not had sex. My love and I will make love for the first time on our wedding night. And I refuse to even allow any other man even entertain the thought that I might be available for sex with them. As a result, I must suffer the sneers, the remarks, the rude gestures. Outwardly I am repulsed, which seems to only make things worse. I will stick close to my God and my love and they are all I will ever need.

Dreaming on Sunshine

Walking around campus today I noticed how today was just like any other day for the past few months. It is cold and cloudy. The air is dry and the path is slick with ice or water that has only too recently melted enough to make a slush underfoot. 'Oh God' I silently prayed, 'Long have we been in such a dark and damp winter. Oh that we could have some sunshine and warmth like the days of summertime.' My bones shiver beneath my flesh to generate some of their own heat as my coat did not seem to be doing its job efficiently enough. My legs became as mushy as the slush on the ground with each step toward my classroom. I could not wait to get inside the building so that I could stay warm and read my book, which is one of the Ender Series by Orson Scott Card. Fully numb from my ears to my toes it was a relief to finally walk in and close the doors behind me. Ah and the wonderful smell of the coffee shop downstairs was a temptation almost more than I could bare. Too bad I am trying so hard to watch my calories. I would have a latte every day if I could. But I am getting married next year and I don't want to be a blob in a white dress.

After the class was over, I rushed out of the room and opened my cell phone. I can never wait to hold a conversation with the Love of my Life, my Stephen. He is so good to me, he respects me and loves me for who I am, not expecting me to be something else for him. In my eyes, he is handsome. Now I realize that he does not have the look that will swoon just any woman, God made him specially attractive to me. One look in those gorgeous deep green eyes and I instantly belonged to him. Since then he has taken my heart and so delicately placed it next to his own. We have been engaged for over a year now, and have one more year before the big day. I waited my whole life for him, what is another year? Actually, it seems to be taking forever, but that is because I truly desire for the day to come that I will forever truly belong to him. Another thing too, we have not made love to each other, and will not do so until our wedding night. Now is that true devotion or what? What did I do to deserve such faithful undying love?