my $1000 footrest…

Last weekend the knight called me to catch up, and I mentioned that I thought my clutch was going out. We agreed he’d look at it on Monday. Over the weekend I traveled all over with no problem, and even Monday morning I had a press check near downtown, and still had no problem. My boss and I decided to get lunch and I volunteered to drive, and that’s when it happened, my clutch went out. We called the knight to come and rescue us. He then had my car flatbed towed to his mechanic, and gave me rides to and from work for the rest of the week. Thursday my car was ready, and the knight gave me a ride to pick it up. The mechanic, a very sweet man who I know worked more hours than he charged me for, asked if I rest my foot on my clutch? My first inclination was to answer no, but as I thought about it I had to sheepishly answer yes. He let me know that was the reason for the freakishly short life of my clutch. I’ve decided to not beat myself up about this, (believe me, the knight has harassed me enough to last a lifetime; I guess a small price to pay for a knight’s services*) after all, I’ve had my car for four years, so really it is only $250 a year, and if you divide that by the number of months in a year its about $20 a month; so I’ve been spending less than a dollar a day for a footrest for my left foot, and really, that is a small price to pay!

*FYI, I’ve adopted the knight as my big brother, which might explain the acceptance of his harassment: a necessary part of a brotherly relationship! Plus it also helps me to overlook the many times he comes to my rescue, because really that’s what family is for, and since all of my family is long-distance, I’m sure they won’t mind him stepping in to bridge the familial gap.

submit urself woman…

Last year I had a friendship with an attractive man that ended after a now infamous text message was sent to me. We had been fighting because he didn’t respect my time commitments, and everything revolved around him and his schedule; narcissist comes to mind. Since we weren’t speaking to one another he opted to text me demanding that I stop and pick him up so he could fix my roommate’s computer. I communicated back to him in a text that I needed an apology before I would be able to stop and pick him up. I thought this was a reasonable request. However, silence ensued, which makes me think he didn’t think an apology to be a reasonable course of action. Later that night he text messaged me saying, “There’s only 1 man here n that’s me so stop acting like 1. Submit urself woman!” I literally laughed out loud. However, I know his intention wasn’t to make me laugh. He was serious! He sent it one more time in the early morning hours. I didn’t feel any need to respond, and that was it for our friendship.

That is until last night. He sent an email asking if I was ready to apologize. His words exactly were, “You miss me don’t you? And boy I’m looking better than ever! Ready to apologize?” Who says this?!? It's like a bad comedy routine! Now from a psychological standpoint, I get that his bravado and narcissism is just a cover for insecurities, and we all have them, but really… I guess all I can do is laugh since I’m not ready to submit!