scream if ya wanna go faster
what's it like feeling this shite?
imagine you're quite nuts and in a car with a driving instructor... you know, the kind of car with the pedales on both sides... the regular ones for the driver.. but also the same set in front of the shotgun seat. the manic one is driving, stepping down on the accelerator cheering yayyy oh weeee let's go let's go let's goooooo while the depressed driving instructor on the other side tries to step down on the brake pedal. trying to talk reason into the driver. and the driver already knows all accelerating won't change a damn thing, as the instructor always wins in the end ("do as I say, or I'll take the license away with me again").
or even better - the manic driver sees the wall / trees / bridge / pick whatever coming, and still he/she can't see reason, still keeps on speeding even faster, coz it's only good after the car has crashed.
good evening, let me introduce myself: I'm a fecken' mess and I have been for fuck knows how many years.
and the wall? oh, great ideas / concepts like going back to school (for a degree I don't even need), moving faaaar away to other countries (raced ahead and went on job interviews last autumn abroad while already knowing that there's countries in the EU that have sub-standard plumbing and no food culture), considering buying houses with money I don't have (while the bank is drooling down my neck anyways all the time).
though I must admit... the best wall - by far - in the last 2 years were: going to london (3 times), vienna (3 times), barcelona, denmark....
"at least I don't hurt or shame anyone else but myself"
imagine you're quite nuts and in a car with a driving instructor... you know, the kind of car with the pedales on both sides... the regular ones for the driver.. but also the same set in front of the shotgun seat. the manic one is driving, stepping down on the accelerator cheering yayyy oh weeee let's go let's go let's goooooo while the depressed driving instructor on the other side tries to step down on the brake pedal. trying to talk reason into the driver. and the driver already knows all accelerating won't change a damn thing, as the instructor always wins in the end ("do as I say, or I'll take the license away with me again").
or even better - the manic driver sees the wall / trees / bridge / pick whatever coming, and still he/she can't see reason, still keeps on speeding even faster, coz it's only good after the car has crashed.
good evening, let me introduce myself: I'm a fecken' mess and I have been for fuck knows how many years.
and the wall? oh, great ideas / concepts like going back to school (for a degree I don't even need), moving faaaar away to other countries (raced ahead and went on job interviews last autumn abroad while already knowing that there's countries in the EU that have sub-standard plumbing and no food culture), considering buying houses with money I don't have (while the bank is drooling down my neck anyways all the time).
though I must admit... the best wall - by far - in the last 2 years were: going to london (3 times), vienna (3 times), barcelona, denmark....
"at least I don't hurt or shame anyone else but myself"
posted by daria l'orange at 11:38 pm
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