DMV

Did you know that when you buy a car you have 10 days to register that vehicle or you can have it impounded? Thanks to LAPD Sgt. Brody I do now. I was pulled over yesterday coming back from a journey to Hollywood for work. Luckily enough he was a kind man with a teachers instinct. I gave him my biggest doe eyes I could muster, brought forth all of my remaining innocence and just let him talk. I wasn't pulled over for speeding or wearing my seatbelt incorrectly or wearing earphones on both ears while driving. I wasn't even pulled over for texting. I was pulled over because I have paper plates on my '91 Miata. Such an awesome little car. I really should take better care of it. It needs a bath on Saturday.

So here I sit today in the DMV waiting to get the renewal stickers for the truck at the shop and to sort out the registration on my car. I didn't get written for it. I didn't even get a fix-it ticket. But I don't want to run that risk. The next one may not be so kind to a naive and innocent little redheaded damsel in distress.

The lady next to me smells like she hasn't had a bath in weeks. The young man to my right looks like he's straight from some lush and tropical place just based on how he's dressed. In front of me sits a lady with a leopard print top and 70's headband. An Asian man dozes off to sleep beside her. A young man I can only assume is getting his drivers license for the first time paces back and forth, staring at the monitors as though the harder he stares, the faster his number will be called. There's a girl in the corner applying eye liner using a small compact mirror in preparation of having her drivers license photo taken.

An here I sit listening to my new favorite song. The artist is Paramore and it just rocks my world. It spells things out better than I could. It's called "Playing God".


I plan to post the lyrics on this blog later tonight when I get home. It just screams out my whole mind set and how I think about so many issues any given day of the week.



"I know you don't believe me
But the way I way I see it -
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
And break it break it off.
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to a mirror."



Nasty, mean, evil, cold people exist in the world. I've watched good people get hurt recently. I'm tired of it all. I've always rooted for the underdog. Now it's time I do more than stand back and cheer.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

You are, each of you, good and strong people. You are the kinds of people I value and want in my life.

But we all need to remember sometimes that negativity breeds negativity. I will do for each of you what I would only hope someone who cared for me would do for me in return.

NOBODY will speak ill of you I. My presence. If they try, Heaven help them. We're ALL better than negativity. I admit I've been wrapped up in my own negativity lately, but I gave my one last honest try to bring civility to my surroundings and I have made my position publicly know. I did that specifically to raise a point and that point had been made. I'm done.

So the next time someone points a finger - not necessarily at you, and in fact it doesn't even have to be someone you like - stop them sea in their tracks. Negativity breeds negativity, hate breeds hate. Let's see what a smile does. How far can we share a laugh?

I'm only one small person. I can't change everyone. I can only modify my own actions and behavior.

And I plan to make a stranger smile. I will make a friend laugh. I will watch out for those in a position unable to defend themselves against a pointing finger. And I will start a culture.

I cannot change the world. But I CAN change the world around me.

Can you?

 

Thank you, Steve. :)