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When it rains, it pours...
July 10, 2007
That is actually what the insurance agent told me today when I was calling in a claim on the back window of my van that was mysteriously smashed. (I have a suspicion it was the street sweeper, kicking up large shrapnel...but that could just be because a friend of mine had her van totalled by a street sweeper once, and I saw a street sweeper down the road once I got everyone going this morning.) Yes. This is the same van I have spent about 3200 dollars repairing in the past month.*
Indeed. When it rains it DOES poor. On the bright side, the actual rain here in Austin appears to have abated for now, so I don't have much to worry about with regard to leakage while I figure out how to get this fucker repaired. Also, I don't have a/c, and quite honestly...having no rear window makes it more comfy in the van. So, who knows...maybe I'll just leave it until the rains come again.
hahaha.
I think some people in my life question the sincerity of my brightsiding sometimes. I, myself, sometimes wonder if I'm not masking some deep-seated depression with cursed optimism. But I have to say that once I got over the initial shock of having to deal with YET ANOTHER fucking car problem, all I could do was laugh at my own weird misfortune. I am not at all sure how I feel about fate or any of that shit, but I do tend to believe that things happen for a reason, even if that reason is artificially generated. If I can create a reason for this event, it would sound something like "Quit yr fucking moping around, Lainie...seriously...it's just a car, and it's only life. Fucking DEAL."
Whatever the reason, the result of this latest pseudo-catastrophic event in my life has knocked my ass back to reality. It has made me laugh at myself like I should have been laughing all along. It has caused me to instantaneously and unconsciously reach an understanding and acceptance about the way things happen. There are no words. There are no thoughts. There just is. And when random events cause broken windows, even though it seems like vandalism, even though it seems like it's all about me...I will never know the cause anyway, so I might as well assume it wasn't anything personal.
Ah, life. *sigh* FINE. You win this round. I will return to optimism. I'll abandon my stupid grief and just fucking live. I'll accept things as they happen, because you know fucking what? Things are going to happen whether I accept them or not, and it tends to be more fun when I surrender and just go along for the ride.
So I cleared as much glass out of the back window as I could, strapped the kiddos in, and drove off...laughing.
*By the way, if anyone wants to contribute to the "fix the windshield" fund, there is a paypal link right there to the left. :P
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