Monday, August 11, 2008
conversations that center around traffic
Yesterday I was driving with someone I love (more than life has the right to allow) having perfectly banal conversations mostly concerned with the peculiarities of the local neighborhood car traffic, i.e. reasons someone might park so strangely or drive so slowly, et cetera when without much warning this person started to cry. I tried to get her to tell me why but she wouldn't. The best she would offer was that she was the age that she was. I thought about pressing her for a better reason before it occurred to me that there probably wasn't one. Sometimes talking about traffic or weather can make me feel that way too and I suppose it's simply because I'm the age that I am and I always just assumed that I'd know what that meant by the time I got here but I don't yet.
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2 comments:
Boy I know what you mean (or at least what I take it to mean - I never know with you)!
You are so true, you never know where life will take us or how our lives will turn out and it is so funny how little things like driving in traffic can set off a chain reaction of built up frustrations and emotions.
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