Thursday, July 07, 2005
Reading the Signs
The blinking yellow lights of anxiety warn me that the road is rough ahead.
The detour sign is not nearly as noticable - camoflauged in amongst my enthusiasm for the road less taken rather than a glaring orange of caution.
Though wait, this terrain is familiar. Perhaps I have travelled this road before, I realize, as I come to the stale, solid red light of an achey heart.
The nausea of rejection like a car wreck. I'm stuck in traffic as we all rubber-neck our way past. But wait, that's me with the bloodied forehead against the broken glass. So then who is driving past? Is it you?
Comments:
like the way you wrote this. comparing traffic signs to life experiences. (at least that is what i took from it) we miss so many signs in our days.
Jax - the vagueness was intentional. I'm glad you picked up on it. ;-)
Debra - I'm sorry to hear about that. Rejection sucks.
Lorena - Thanks. It's not my best post, but was a feeling that was eeking to get out any way I could let it. I think I miss more signs than most people. I'm kind of oblivious to subtleties in general. My mother is incredibly dramatic, so I've become customed to blaringly obvious and blunt messages and seemingly immune to all else.
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Debra - I'm sorry to hear about that. Rejection sucks.
Lorena - Thanks. It's not my best post, but was a feeling that was eeking to get out any way I could let it. I think I miss more signs than most people. I'm kind of oblivious to subtleties in general. My mother is incredibly dramatic, so I've become customed to blaringly obvious and blunt messages and seemingly immune to all else.
