Pardon me, while I EXPLODE. 2004-01-05 - 9:33 p.m.
GRRRRRRRRRRR.
It is so easy for people to nonchalantly say, "Oh, well, why don't you get your license?" That's fine. But the problem is, I've had, oh, three or four people (who's counting any more?) nonchalantly take me out driving once apiece. These random incidents have happened sporadically, over the space of the what, seven years since I've had my permit? I mean, really!
I would really love to have a license and/or a car. Sure. I love road trips. I love going places for no reason at all. I love seeing things. I can read a map like nobody's business. Whoopty doo. Having a car takes money, having money takes having a decent job, and having had a decent job for several years, and you can't have a decent job unles you have a car to drive to a decent job!
So until someone buys me a one-way ticket to NYC, where I can live happily ever after in a dumpster and totally rely on public transportation when ever I find a dollar on the street, please, for the love of everything that is good and holy, DO NOT RANDOMLY ASK ME WHY I HAVE NO LICENSE OR "HELPFULLY" MENTION THAT I SHOULD GET MY LICENSE BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT, YOU ARE NOT BEING HELPFUL AT ALL.
If I magically do acquire a license and/or a car someday, I promise I will not end up like my mother and use said car to drive only to said "decent" job. NOTHING can be decent about holing up in this shithole, in an endless cycle of driving to work and then driving home. That is not living.