Damn you Michael J. Fox

As I was walking home this morning, gym bag in hand, hot California sun beating down on me, I felt myself sink lower and lower into a dark oblivion. You see this is now the 3rd day I am without wheels in this shit city with no convenient source of public transportation. How did I get here? Well, lets take it back all the way to last Friday shall we?

I was driving home from work, heard my car pop and looked back to see its water had broken all over the road. I pulled over, called AAA and took a trip to the mechanic like the pro I have become at this sport. Come Monday; my mechanic called to say they are waiting for a hose to replace the one that exploded and trying to figure out why the fans don’t work. Come Tuesday; my mechanic calls and says my car is fixed and it will cost $189.00 (breathe a sigh of relief, not too bad). Then my mechanic asks me if I have any enemies or if someone hates me. Excuse me?!?! Apparently a part that I cannot remember was removed from my car and all the wires undone and tucked neatly behind the headlights rendering the fans useless and leading to an overheating car. Huh. “Well, I can’t think of anyone so I will be by in the morning to get my car.”
I get up early with a pep in my step bc today is the day I re-enter the world, a new start to this shit week. Kris drops me off on the way to work, he asks me if he should wait and I say no, you’ll be late. Words I will regret 10 minutes later when they pulled my car around only to discover another leak. Apparently my saboteur had caused my car to overheat so much that another part was damaged. Cut to me walking home in the hot California sun.

As I walked, sweat-stache forming over my lip, I just got more and more depressed. And once the depression balls starts rolling there is no stopping it. Throw in my lack of money, frustrating career, my hip that has been hurting, you name it and I will run with it. Another day stuck at home. It is not like I have so much going on in my life but it is depressing sitting at home, alone, with nothing to look forward to except lunch.

I began to think of my enemies and who would do this to me and I realized I know who it is – it’s the universe. The fucking universe that I try so hard to please and follow its path that it is supposedly leading me on but instead constantly pulls crap like this. I try so hard to be positive and keep my head up, keep going and working on what I want and the universe keeps pulling the rug out from under me and every time it does that, I pick myself up (sure after a few tears) and keep on trucking. But that is not enough, it is not good enough for this mean-spirited universe. It constantly leaves me confused as to which direction I should be headed.
Once I got home I sat on the couch and resolved to stay there all day and mope. That is until a commercial for an upcoming special Michael J. Fox is doing called “Adventures of an Incurable Optimist.” Are you fucking kidding me universe!!! I watched as a man with Parkinson’s traveled the globe to find out what made people optimistic in times of crisis. He interviews the Bhutanese, a cancer survivor (Lance Armstrong), a man with 2 jobs barely getting by trying to make others happy and others who talk about staying positive and enduring. Now, not only is the world is pitted against me but I can’t even wallow in it. Thanks to Michael J. Fox I am now forced to remember all I do have in my life instead of what I don’t have. Argh! I can hear the universe laughing hysterically.