Those were my words last night while driving in the car with my Husband. I feel like car headlights have gotten progressively brighter through the years. Every time someone drives by i think they have their High Beams on, and usually i yell at them through my car. I know they can't hear me, but i feel so much better. Needless to say, 9 times out of 10 the High Beams are not on.... But yet i still feel the need to stare into them as they drive by. Every time. Then if someone is in the car with me i mention to them how i feel about peoples headlights. Their response is usually all the same, saying something to the effect of "It's not their High Beams, i think you're just being over dramatic". A day in the life of me. Being dramatic.
I am sure this seems to be of little importance to most people, but i could not resist the urge of writing down my thoughts and sharing them with the world. And by world i mean mother, since she will probably be the only one reading this. So, "Hello Mother".
More meaningful topics are to come, i assure you. Hang in there and i promise things will pick up.
Peace.
1 comment:
HAHA!!! Hello daughter! Yes! I am reading your bloggiddy, blog, blogger goodness. Dramatic. I ask myself, does my daughter tend to be dramatic?.........hum, I would answer quit emphatically yes! Her whole life. But that is the part of being the wonderful and uniqueness of Samantha Erzsebet. And the academy award goes too.............you guessed it. I think you have a small suitcase of awards, along with essays about roach cafe's.........love you baby girl. This blogging will be fun.
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