You just don't know how much being able to drive is true freedom. I guess kind of like a bird that gets it's wings clipped. It is still pretty to look at but it can no longer fly.
Does that bird then want to peck his friend's eyes out?
No, the bird isn't a metaphor for me. I mean I'm not going to peck anyone's eyes out. Hello, I don't have a beak.
I hardly ever get to pick where I want to go anymore. It usually involves the other person telling me where and when they are willing to drag me to. The time is not always negotiable either. I can't be late for anything anymore because Lord help me if I'm not ready at the time the other person thinks we should be on our way.
Although you would think they would always play me like the ace up their sleeve. I can hear them telling other people, "well, look at her, poor dear, she's a little slow now so we were running behind". I'm always running behind. Well, not actually running, more like sauntering behind. Looking at people's behinds. Okay, that was a joke.
It's not that I don't appreciate people taking me places. It's not that I don't want to go anywhere. There are just some days where the getting ready time just does not seem worth a quick trip somewhere.
I don't really want to waste the make-up. Oh and I need more of that these days.
This is not a pity party. I've told you before that no one wants that invite.
I don't want anyone to not want to take me anywhere anymore. Just give me a little advanced notice.
I can no longer be a "fly by the seat of my pants" girl anymore.
My pants don't fly. They got their wings clipped too.
And maybe once in a while say, "where do you want to go today, I'm all yours".
At least then I may still feel the breeze move my feathers.
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