I'll See it When I Believe it
In a scenario where someone is learning about how to care
for a sports car in winter, I envy that information or is it
that attention? To be precisely told the temperatures and
viscosity for optimal mechanical function of your own heavy
engine, the tenderness I would need in order to not feel
like a fool, how easily that would come in the fantasy where
I am paired with a generous expert on impractical subjects.
I can be taught. Do you believe me? He brought home
a glass Stanley Tucci drank vodka from and I wrapped it in
a washcloth and smashed it with a hammer. I didn’t learn
anything in that situation, except that my instincts for how
to safely break glass were accurate and present all along.
Someone smashed my car window and stole my GPS and
my coin purse, some packages, two bikes, and he said he’d
do something about it. This is over a period of time. He was
going to check the bike shops, but no in fact he was not
ever going to do that. He was happy I’d been riding my bike
because he wanted me out of the house and initially I felt
bad for the thief but by the second bike I was losing my patience.