Given the persistent rise in life expectancy, is it normal these days for a thirty-one year old woman to have a mid-life crisis? Because, like so many people, I woke up one morning entrenched in a rut only to look up and realize that the process of digging myself into said rut was a long time in the making. And I won’t get all Nick Hornby on you and describe the digging—that is, the shampoo-instruction-like rhythm of wake up, make up, dress up, drive in, work, drive out, dress down, lie down, repeat—but suffice it to say that when I discovered the rut, I winced and said dangit!
I’m pretty sure the normal way one returns to normal these days is to visit one’s local pharmaceutical distributor and stock up on the appropriate chemical balancer, so to speak. But being abnormal and imbalanced my entire life, I wasn’t sure that the normal route was the right rut-solver for me. Rather, I was consumed by a recurring fantasy that involved wind, dragon red paint, Italian styling, 70 mpg, and a good deal of frivolity. That's right--it came down to Vespa or seeking sensible medical advice. And I chose Vespa.
2 comments:
good choice.
i find that the antidepressants don't get good mileage on the freeway.
not so in my case. my ppd will take your scooter down.
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