crime and punishment

I bought it. the parents are not happy. well, my mom is the only one home right now. “I wish you had talked to us about this first,” she said. “the engine in your old car has just been fixed. we know it’s good.” I reminded her that she said I was welcome to sell that car. “yeah, well, I thought you would discuss it first,” was her reply.

yeah, well…I wish they had discussed my car with me first, too. remember that one time, when the car died, and it cost a lot of money to fix? I’m more than happy to concede that having the car fixed means it can be sold, which is good. but the whole not asking me thing. it just doesn’t sit well with me. I’ve had some long talks with mick sr recently, and I absolutely am not letting him “replace” my parents in any way, nor is he trying to undermine their authority, but I think I ought to be able to make big decisions when I feel the need to. or maybe even when I simply want to. of course some of them will be mistakes. I need to make mistakes, though. I wouldn’t learn enough if I did everything right. (I know because I used to do everything right, and it got boring.) anyhow, whether for better or worse, I wanted this to be a choice I made all on my own. so maybe I don’t know all there is to know about cars. but…maybe neither does my dad. maybe I paid close attention last time he and I were shopping for a car, and tried to follow that example this time. maybe it isn’t the end of the world that I went out and did something without having my hand held, or the decision made for me.

the problem in all of this is that if I say I was trying to be independent and more grownup, my parents will turn it around to tell me that I acted like an immature teenager. but I don’t think I did. well, alright, I purposely did not seek their counsel on this car thing, but maybe right now in my life that was something I needed to do. to be just mika, making a choice, and having the experience of being right or wrong about it. it seems like there’s nothing else to experience lately, except work…which doesn’t count for a whole lot, in the grand scheme of things.

this morning before work I checked my email, and there was a note from ryan informing me that he’s joined the blog world. I don’t know why yet, but after reading his blog entry I had a smile on my face, and though not much went right today, I feel happier. like things will eventually go right. (the “discussion” later tonight may be a huge setback in that timetable, but we’ll see.)

I got a call from aubrey yesterday — she’ll be living in sacramento for part of the summer! selling alarm systems, of course. (of course.) it will be her and about 20 guys. hopefully she brings a cowboy or two along. interestingly enough, they’ll be here in mid-june, right about when jarom comes home. support for mika. very helpful.

my headaches have started up again. since saturday. don’t know why.

in the other room I can hear my brother asking my mom something…the question isn’t important, it’s her tone when she answers. exponential irritation. definitely from the car. man oh man. can they take the car away, I wonder? it’s in my name; I paid for it; they’ll have to drive me around in the meantime. would punishment even work? what is there to take away from me? and do I deserve punishment? what exactly is my crime — making a (somewhat impulsive) choice?

when mick jr told me the other day about the company going downhill very, very quickly, I didn’t feel as upset as maybe I should have. it seems to open more possibilities. this job is what keeps me in fairfield. nothing else. I could go anywhere. of course that would mean paying rent, or finding someone to mooch off of, plus buying food, or finding someone to mooch off of. but it could be done. where do you think I should go?

aha…my dad is getting up from his nap now. this is the absolute worst time to tell him about the car, yet guess what my mom is doing. telling him about the car. fabulous.


all general mills cereals are made with whole grain.

updates… hmm…

  • my car cost $2700 to fix. I love gabe, but it’s time to move on. I’m selling him and buying a new car.
  • I’ve been sorely tempted lately to set out on n texas, get onto i-80 east, and drive to salt lake.
  • while I was in utah I got to hear ryan (and one of the usu choirs) sing mozart’s requiem. marvelous. I wish I could go to the performance on sunday.
  • today at work I did almost nothing right.
  • they opened a starbucks on west texas, at the most convenient spot for when I’m going to work in the mornings. I love their hot chocolate. mm.
  • ryan might be living in seattle this summer, so maybe I’ll get to make a trip to washington.
  • still no word from jarom. perhaps I said something highly inappropriate, and forgot about it.
  • I’ve had 2 days out of the past 11 where I didn’t cry at all. the average number of times per day that I cried is probably 5. why am I so dramatic?

the trip to utah was maybe a mistake. I went hoping it would make me less lonely; now I’m feeling more lost and alone than before. man I’m ridiculous. plus now I miss ryan. didn’t a few weeks ago, not like I do now.

the main thing is though — I figured out what’s been eating at me. is still eating at me. I have no idea where I want my life to go anymore, no idea what I even want in the next six months. it’s blank, empty, completely unknown. I’ve always had a plan before, and I feel very uneasy without one. but there’s no way of planning anything right now. I’ll have to play it by ear. do you know how much I hate having to play it by ear?

tomorrow I’m going to test drive the car I want. it’s a 2000 dodge neon, navy blue, with a sunroof. if I remember correctly it’s got 79k miles on it. and I want it badly. I am coveting this car. good thing tomorrow is payday…

p.s. many prayers for veronica, whose good-for-nothing boyfriend beat the crap out of her this weekend. remind me to never, ever, ever get into (or if I manage to get into, remind to to never, ever, ever stay in) an abusive relationship. (wait…getting into a relationship isn’t something I’d do anyway, so I guess no worries there.)


pirates

pirates. I’ve never met one (not that I’ll admit to), but I bet it would be fun. I imagine that with my luck, I’d stumble across a roguishly handsome captain—let me tell you what I think he’d be like. most people envision pirates as disagreeable, prickly fellows. not mine. he’s clean-shaven and always smiling, because in his mind he can see a picture of me. the gruff-and-scruffy persona isn’t for him; he’s a pirate because he loves the adventure, not the plunder. my captain would tell me about how his heart stopped the first time I smiled at him. he’s full of valor and courage in attacks but also brave enough to open his heart to me. despite the pirate stereotype, he can be patient, especially when I ask him to explain things like the difference between a dagger and a rapier or how to plot your course by being guided by the stars. ah, the stars. one of his favorite things would be watching the night sky while I sing him a song or he tells me a story, drifting peacefully on his ship.

this pirate who for so long traveled the world seeking riches and fortune would tell me that he’s found more joy than he could ever buy with a thousand years’ plunder. and I’m that joy. I’d smile, too pleased for words; he’d probably steal a kiss as he pulled me into his arms. do pirates get married? because I think my captain and I are in love, but if he can’t be mine forever then I’d rather not meet him to begin with. no, I don’t imagine pirates to be the type to make long commitments. I’ll let go of the stars and the ocean and the adventures quick as I can, before my captain has a chance to let go of me. one last breath of sea air and I return to my room. pirates. I’ve never met one (not that my broken heart will admit to), and I’m ok with that.

© 2003 m.m. lewis

apparently my captain only exists as a lego figure. nice scimitar.

my captain’s love
a poem inspired by the preceding prose

I’ve never met a pirate, but I think it might be fun
if I met a pirate captain, and by him, my heart was won.
I’m sure that he’d be pleasant, just as charming as could be,
and before too long, this handsome man would fall in love with me.
we’d sit out on the deck at night under the moonlight sky,
and he’d tell his best adventures or I’d sing a lullaby.
one peaceful night he’d hold me close, and you know what he’d do?
he’d kiss me once, then look at me, and tell me, “I love you.”
but pirates don’t just hang around for girls like me to find,
and so, alas, my captain’s love is only in my mind.