It is pouring. That kind of rain you wish had found you all tucked on your couch in that favorite spot. One hand holding a cup of hot coffee or tea. Either could do. The other hand is holding your phone. Or a book on the table.
I am debating whether I should read or watch the big bang theory as if the 1000 times I have watched it are not enough.
As always, life got other plans for you.
Traffic sits stationary. It gets chilly. Dar does that sometimes. I think of my red jacket hanging in my closet. I wish I had carried it with me. Well, I didn’t. I switch off the AC in the car. Five minutes later, I switch it back on. The weather can’t decide what to feel.
I’m like that sometimes, not knowing what I feel. But right now. Right here, I’m content. I’m thinking of conquering the world and whatnot. The next minute I’m thinking about just lying in bed and not talking to a soul.
As I said, I’m twinning with Dar’s weather.
I look at the car on my left. His eyes were on his phone. He is typing something. I wonder what he is typing. He is maybe complaining about how crazy this traffic is and how he can’t wait to get home to her. I smile. Oh, that must be nice! I love that for him. Also, another possibility? He could be on Fotmob checking what games he should watch when he gets home 
Now it is just drizzling outside. The traffic is still unbothered. I look in my rearview mirror. I see a boda guy. He is honking for no reason. Impatient. Why are you honking? I ask him. Not that he can hear me. I call myself out. What do you know of him? You never know what a person is rushing or going through. Live and let live. Be kind. The world needs some of that.
I take my little judging mind back in the car. I drink wine is playing. (A song by Adele. I love her) Anyways, It has been on repeat for a couple of days now. It speaks to me. You see, I need to get over myself too.
Stop being obsessed over the things I can’t control. This song is about shedding one’s ego. I take things personally, and I have got to stop.
I honestly just want something real. Something true. I want that for me. I tell that to myself.
I grab my phone from the passenger’s seat. Oh got a text. How sweet. I giggle. Nothing important.
The traffic had had enough. It starts to move. Not too fast, though. The car behind me honks at me. I don’t mind them. I tell them to fly over if they are in hurry. I smile because I know they can’t.
Oh wow! What a sexy car! It must be nice.
Me to me: honey, I’m home
Until next time,
Jane
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