Pay No Attention to That Man Behind the Curtain...
Florence, SC
Ok, so I went off a little bit last night. Having slept on it and given more thought to my remarks, I would like to clarify a few things.
I realize the whole thing comes across as self-serving and maybe even disingenuous. My response would be that that was kind of the point. I felt in need of catharsis. As I get older, I find myself becoming more and more philisophical and introspective. I'm 27 and single and feel as though my number one priority right now is to get my life in order. I have been very conscious in recent months about where my life is, where I want to be and what I need to do to get there. I just wanted to have an episode of self-disclosure. I wanted to turn a mirror on myself in an effort to know myself better. I just want to be a better person. For myself, my family and my friends. This was just a step in the process.
Curiosity of the Day
Well, this one came bright and early in the morning. It's never a good thing when someone bangs on your door in a big truck (unless you're at a customer who is finished loading/unloading your trailer). It's usually someone begging or needing you to move. Or maybe a cop if you're illegally parked (*guilty*). Or they're selling something. In this case, ass. I had a chick bang on my door at 6:30 in the morning and ask me if wanted a "date".
You know, it's amazing how disoriented you can be in the first minutes upon waking. It's almost like being drunk. I had no intention of paying for sex, but my initial thought was: "there's no way this lot lizard can be this cute." Looking down at her from my cab about four feet above her head, she just looked hot. I declined her offer. She flashed a smile and moved on. I spent a few minutes gathering my wits and preparing to hit the road. About ten or so minutes later she wandered back by with a large, scary looking black man who I suppose was her husband/boyfriend/pimp/bodyguard. I was awake now and aware of myself. Without the erstwhile drunk goggles, I realized this lady was at least 15 years older than I first imagined. The breasts which from high above had looked full and inviting, were, in fact, sagging and much smaller. The high angle had also masked a thickening midsection. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't a complete hag like I had heard some lot lizards are. She just looked like a forty year old woman. There's nothing wrong with looking like a forty year woman, unless you're wearing cute girly clothes and sandals and a snazzy hairdo and trying to pass yourself off as tweny-two. Unless you've got Madonna's body, you just look comical, if not grotesque.
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet As You Go.
Ok, so I went off a little bit last night. Having slept on it and given more thought to my remarks, I would like to clarify a few things.
I realize the whole thing comes across as self-serving and maybe even disingenuous. My response would be that that was kind of the point. I felt in need of catharsis. As I get older, I find myself becoming more and more philisophical and introspective. I'm 27 and single and feel as though my number one priority right now is to get my life in order. I have been very conscious in recent months about where my life is, where I want to be and what I need to do to get there. I just wanted to have an episode of self-disclosure. I wanted to turn a mirror on myself in an effort to know myself better. I just want to be a better person. For myself, my family and my friends. This was just a step in the process.
Curiosity of the Day
Well, this one came bright and early in the morning. It's never a good thing when someone bangs on your door in a big truck (unless you're at a customer who is finished loading/unloading your trailer). It's usually someone begging or needing you to move. Or maybe a cop if you're illegally parked (*guilty*). Or they're selling something. In this case, ass. I had a chick bang on my door at 6:30 in the morning and ask me if wanted a "date".
You know, it's amazing how disoriented you can be in the first minutes upon waking. It's almost like being drunk. I had no intention of paying for sex, but my initial thought was: "there's no way this lot lizard can be this cute." Looking down at her from my cab about four feet above her head, she just looked hot. I declined her offer. She flashed a smile and moved on. I spent a few minutes gathering my wits and preparing to hit the road. About ten or so minutes later she wandered back by with a large, scary looking black man who I suppose was her husband/boyfriend/pimp/bodyguard. I was awake now and aware of myself. Without the erstwhile drunk goggles, I realized this lady was at least 15 years older than I first imagined. The breasts which from high above had looked full and inviting, were, in fact, sagging and much smaller. The high angle had also masked a thickening midsection. Don't get me wrong, she wasn't a complete hag like I had heard some lot lizards are. She just looked like a forty year old woman. There's nothing wrong with looking like a forty year woman, unless you're wearing cute girly clothes and sandals and a snazzy hairdo and trying to pass yourself off as tweny-two. Unless you've got Madonna's body, you just look comical, if not grotesque.
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet As You Go.
posted by twistedyoda | 3/12/2006 06:14:00 PM
1 Comments:
If memory serves, you are required by law to take some down time for a certain number of hours on the road, right? Do you sleep that time or do you do other things? Read? There are actually some good books out there about "knowing oneself" and such. Or, why waste your downtime? Get 'em on tape or CD.
Hmmm... maybe I should actually post something on my own blog about this sort of thing.
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