Normally, someone like me would be expected to use the word "awkward" here because I am young and white. However, my use of the word "weird" is part of my attempt to fix caucasian linguistics as they stand. Currently, Whitey has issues with use of the words awkward, random and super. Super is the latest offender. That soup was super hot and I burned my tongue. It's super difficult to beat Mario Kart if you're blind. You get the picture. I'm a one-woman crusader in pursuit of white people overcoming stereotypes and not modifying everything with super or refusing to describe situations clearly to instead just deem them awkward or random. Does this sound like a rant? It may be, I'm all mixed up today.
Yesterday, my husband got into a very bad car accident while making an illegal U-turn in the middle of the road. He wasn't hurt and neither was the other driver nor his three children in the backseat. Thank m--er f---ing goodness. The other car creamed right into the side of his horrible 2011 Ford Escape, causing both side airbags to deploy and some significant crinkling of metal. I happened to be right around the corner at a job interview, waiting for it to start, and was able to delay it a bit and walk over to the scene. My husband was really shaken up. He's had a whole bunch of concussions - not because he works in politics and is always banging his head against the wall, but from previous stints playing hockey and boxing - so we were a little worried that he might have one, but really he was just weirded out. I tried to cheer him up by describing my first car accident, at 18, in which I rear-ended a pregnant woman and my front airbag went off in my face, like a punch. I didn't want to replace it, because my deductible was so high, so I taped it back into the center of the steering wheel with duct tape and drove it around like that for about 8 months. My story helped to lighten the mood a little.
Once he was calmed down, I went back and had my interview, in which I think I was really weird, said weird stuff, and totally bombed. They asked me if I wanted to reschedule to another day and I said something like "nah, nobody's hurt, let's roll!" I think I sounded like a sociopath. I may have said I understood problems with adult illiteracy because I have family members that can barely read. Can't remember.
It was an exhausting day of paperwork and phone calls and my husband intermittently freaking out that this was going to be horribly expensive and riddled with problems and complications. After about six hours of calming him down and being supportive, someone called him to make sure he was ok and told him this would be complicated, riddled with problems, he would probably get sued and go broke and nobody would ever sell or lease him another car. Last resort? Wings and beer at a local restaurant.
Also happening this week has been me organizing and purchasing our health insurance, as well as finally buying life insurance policies for one another. We have a great new broker, who makes all of that stuff easy, and I had to stop into his office today to sign a few things about changes we made. I told him I started to panic last night that we didn't have all of our paperwork in because my husband had a bad car accident. . . and then I started crying and blubbering a little. I'm saying a little to save face. It was very uncomfortable. For him.
My mom arrived today and she's visiting for two days. We'll have fun, but she has bad knees so everything I don't want her to see I just leave at the top of any set of stairs. Is that mean? I took my adorable dog for a walk and was going to let her walk around on the beach, even though dogs aren't allowed, but then I slipped on a wet rock and cut my leg open. Then my bank card was compromised and Bank of America shut it off and was like "maybe you didn't get our e-mail. Weird that you got those other ten, though." Yeah. Luckily, they sent a new one out right away to an address I lived at three years ago. Ok, these last things are just me whining and feeling sorry for myself. They are little, piddly inconveniences, but my point is that I'm incredibly grateful that my husband is fine after his horrible accident. But not super grateful.
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