The beginning..

For years now, I have felt the need to say lots of things. The problem is I don't like most people so I have very few friends. And here I'd like to stress very few. It's not that I'm an unlikeable person. If I were someone else, I probably wouldn't like me, but most people seem to differ. It makes it even worse, because people call me and try to invite me out, or to parties or talk on the phone, and I generally rather stick something in my eye than see them.. Awful isn't it?

Anyway, call it schizoid personallity (I personally love that one), antisocial behavior, geeky or just plain obnoxious, I prefer to share my view in the semi-anonymous realm of the world wide web. Comments are welcomed (mmmm.. yeah right.. yes, seriously, welcomed), and more welcomed are job offers as a writer, haha.

It's not that I'm currentlly unemployed. I have a job which I happen to love. I just think it is really time for me to persue my dreams and find a job I can do in my pijamas, without leaving the house and especially without interacting with annoying people. That's almost everybody I know and don't know.

Seriously.. Like, I just bought a new car. I had to wait for 4 months because I ordered it in blue, which of course is a color they have to bring from another planet where people living in really hot cities don't believe white is a better color for the heat (it's a car people, turn on the AC). The sales guy called me several times trying to convince me to take one of the 1352 white little toyota hatchbacks in storage. Really, if I wanted to drive a tiny veterinarian ambulance, I'd go work for the zoo.

So I watied...

Finally the car was here, blue with only a tiny inconvinience. I ordered an automatic transmision, not a stick shift. Most car savy men told me it was better. But I'm lazy, what can I say? Anyway, car came with a stick..So it's been like 15 years since I drove a stick, how hard can it be? Just like riding a bike, right?

Turned out it almost was like riding a bike. After a practice session, solo 'cause everybody in my family was too afraid to join me, I got the hang of it. Almost...

Six pm., everybody geting out of work, red light in a busy crossing.. everything's fine. Light turns green, and I try to go all Tom Cruise in Days of Thunder. Dream on, of course the damn car shuts down, and everybody starts honking.

Why?? I mean really, why do that? Do people actually think that I like sitting in my car, in 100ºF heat, in the middle of the street, listening to them honk their bloody horns? Who in their right mind would like that? I had dreams of getting of the car, walking over to the guy behind me and saying,

"Quit your honking, you're just making me nervous and we're all going to end up losing here.. let me deal with my stick shift in peace!! And yes! I'm a woman and you are a dumbass!"

Of course I would never do such a thing 'cause it would imply actually talking to some random stranger whom I'd probably hate.. Anyway, my butt hurts and I'm hungry, so I'm out