Okay, so on Wednesday, on my way home from work, driving up I93, I got rear-ended. It was peak traffic time and we were going pretty slow – my airbag didn’t even go off. I pull over and hop out of my car to assess the damage, and the other driver gets out of his car. He is an older guy, late 60’s early 70’s. He looks at our cars, says, “Are you all right?” As I nod my head that I am, his next sentence is, “So, how do you like that Kia? Get good gas mileage? They’re built pretty tough.” HUH???? He went on to ask how my husband was going to feel about this, and to say that he really didn’t think we needed to exchange info. I did not tell him that I’m queer. I did make him give me his info. And I’m glad I did. Because my neck feels a little wonky today. But really, “How do you like the Kia?” OY!
Okay, so here’s a little musing I’ve been ruminating on stemming from a conversation I had this past weekend. And can I just say as an aside that it was the most perfect weekend I’ve ever, ever, ever had? So, we’re sitting there and the topic of lies comes up. Specifically, lies and childhood. And a revelation happened! When I was a kid, and my parents were role models, lying was an expected part of all of my relationships. I didn’t really think too much of it. As an adult, I have run into trouble with my friends and lovers over lies. It took me a while to understand that it was a big deal to them. That it could affect the course of a relationship. I used to be like, “Really? It was just a lie.” I have come to understand the truth about lies, and I don’t do it anymore, but for some reason, I have always thought that I was the only person in the world who had had that experience. Who didn’t really see harm in lies. But no, my friend had the same experience and as we talked about it, it was interesting to see that we had had the same perspectives and came to the same understanding that, yeah, no, lying really is a bad thing. The conversation was short, only about 10 minutes of our morning, but it’s been sitting with me ever since. Funny the things that will stick with you.
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