Loving the Unlovely
"Hello, my name is Missy and I'm a Worrier-About-What-Other-People-Think. It's called being a people-pleaser and I want to change, but I need help! I try hard to be my own individual, but sometimes I'm overcome with embarrassment with what I perceive others think of me."
Do you have trouble with trying to live your life according to what others think? My husband is always challenging me in this area of my life.
This is my husband's car.
It's his pride and joy.
He bought it off the internet for $800
It's a tow car. He's pulled it behind RV's, buses, tractor trailers, even a cement mixer!
It's taken a beating being towed 96,000 miles
and driven over 56,000 miles.
It's needed a few repairs.
Been rammed into, and once lost two wheels while being towed.
When his car got too full to hold all of his extra steel and tools he removed the backseat
and bolted the spare to the roof.
A guy once stopped him on the George Washington bridge and tried to remove it - "Oops, my bad!"
His stories about this little gem are endless.
And that's the difference between men and women.
He glows with pride, while I just try not to cringe when he drives me to church in it!
All for Him,
Missy
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posted by Missy at
12:01 AM
2 Comments:
Wow, Missy, this car is almost as ugly as the one I drive to work.
I'd like a new one but the old one, a 1993 Ford Tempo with every panel a different shade of red, just keeps running.
What am I supposed to do? Throw away a perfectly good car just because it's old and ugly?
Isn't that how men justify trophy wives? I can't do it.
But I do have fantasies about it dying in some spectacular way. A dream. I keep hoping it's death doesn't involve me rolling over.
I keep my seat belt buckled tightly.
I also recite "The One Hoss Shay"
sometimes.
Especially the end.
The poor old chaise in a heap or mound,
As if it had been to the mill and ground!
You see, of course, if you’re not a dunce,
How it went to pieces all at once, —
All at once, and nothing first, —
Just as bubbles do when they burst.
End of the wonderful one-hoss shay.
Logic is logic. That’s all I say.
That's my car. It'll turn to dust one day. I accept that, until that day, I'm stuck.
I think I'll post on my own blog about it. Unless taking pictures of it BREAKS MY CAMERA.
Mary -
How funny! I can just picture it now. Can't wait to see it on your blog!
Missy
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