The Life of a Southern Girl

Do you ever catch yourself doing something that you deem "odd" at that exact moment only to realize you've been doing it forever? I had a revelation like that tonight that made me sit and think about how many other odd things I may do. I'm driving home from work tonight. I'm singing to Barenaked Ladies really loud & all of a sudden my gas light comes on. I immediately feel my stomach clench & I start driving as fast as I can to the nearest gas station. I mean; I'm tailgating, darting in and out, pretty much a menace on the road. For some reason it hits me that my thought is: the faster I drive; the less likely I am to run out of gas. How insane is that? And it occured to me that I do that EVERY TIME. It doesn't happen very often because I usually gas up every Monday whether I need it or not. But when it does; I'm a freaking maniac. And I don't even know why. In my rational mind; I know that I probably have a good couple of gallons left. But it's the LIGHT that freaks me out. It may as well be a little gnome sitting on my dashboard screaming, "You need to get gas, you stupid bitch!". The light makes me think that I only have a half-block worth of gas left, and if I drive really fast; I can just hydro-plane into the gas station once it's gone.

Well, I see it for what it really is. Something major is missing in my life. I think Freud would agree with me. The correlation between the times my gas light actually goes on, & well....it all makes sense now.

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(Thanks Rhino for prompting me to count.) I'm pissed at Blogger for saying that I only have 92 posts. When this is actually my 104th. I thought that they were supposed to be keeping up with that for me. I would have said something really fabulous on my 100th post. Even if nothing fabulous had happened to me; I would have made something up. Just for the occasion; of course.



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