Do I believe in KARMA? : No
I must note that I am epileptic. Two nights prior to the following incident, I had had another seizure. It is state law in Minnesota that anyone who has a seizure must refrain from driving until they have been seizure free for six months.
Did I wait six months to drive?: No
I had already begged my parents to let me drive two months before the required six. They gave in, after I promised to be responsible: only use my car for work, never drive past eight in the evening, so on and so forth. My father made me swear to obey by these rules, and told me some rubbish about how he has always trusted me and that he could never trust me the same if I went against these limitations.
Did I follow my promise: No
I drove my car for one week, only one friggin' week before I had another seizure. I was back to square one: waiting six months to drive again. I refrained from telling my parents immediately. I mean, what would be the harm of driving one more day? Except one more day turned into two more days and one more night. I was determined to go to my friends concert and I had only one way of getting there. Driving!
Did I feel guilty: No
I drove. I drank. Walked to the after party. Got hammered. Had someone drive me to a safe place to crash. Crashed. Had same someone drive me back to my car the next morning. Made a huge judgment error...parked my car at a meter. Waiting for me when I returned to my vehicle was nothing better then a parking ticket.
Did I get upset: No
I had no choice but to accept it. I had made the choice to get so intoxicated that I forgot the simple fact that my car was parked at a meter. Actually, I was so drunk that I even sold my drivers license to a girl at the concert. Wow. The things I do when I am drunk. But the story doesn't end there. Within five minutes of getting a parking ticket, I got in my car, started driving home, and got pulled over for speeding.
Is the story over yet?: No
When I reached over to my purse to get my ID, the previous night's events became aware to me. The officer took no pity on me, handed me two more tickets and told me to leave. Well no shit Sherlock. It's not like I was hoping to camp out and chit chat with the officer that just dealt me a $100 fine. I looked down and compared the tickets. The parking violation and the speeding ticket were recorded as less then three minutes apart. I didn't think that was even possible. At that point I decided I was ready to give the car back to mom and dad. The question I'm sure you are dying for me to answer is:
Do I believe in karma YET?: No
I think the definition of karma is something like: what goes around comes around. Well I've never even thought of giving someone a driving violation, therefore it is not because of karma that this happened! I've concluded that sometimes I get away with a lot of mischievous things, and other times I get totally busted. I think the word to describe that is: LIFE.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
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