Where you get up & everything feels good, no aches, no pains, & you think to yourself "Today is going to be a good day"...
Only to have Life hear that thought & decide it's high time it got back to kicking the s4 out of you for no apparent reason?
Yeah, that's today.
I went out & picked up the mail a bit ago...
In it was a letter from the DMV saying they're suspending my drivers license "until further notice" because they claim I'm too disabled to drive.
WTF?
You've got 90yo Alzheimer's patients who can't remember the colour of the shoes they put on this morning, driving.
You've got 70yo paraplegics using hand controls in specially modified vehicles, driving.
You've got 60yo, half-blind, can't-see-past-the-steering-wheel idiots doing 55 in the fast lane, driving.
You've got 50yo blue-tag-from-the-rear-view-mirror "disabled" individuals who appear perfectly healthy, driving.
You've got 40yo English-illiterate resident-aliens who haven't got a green card yet but you've given them drivers licenses, driving.
You've got 30yo wheel-chair-bound Palsied victims who can't hold a pen well enough to write their own name, but they've got a disabled plate on their van, driving.
You've got 20yo rice-rocket racing-wanna-be's ignoring the Law like it doesn't apply to them, should never have passed the driving tests much less been issued a license, driving.
And yet the guy who walked in under his own power, held a coherent, intelligent discussion with you as to why he has to be able to drive in order to find decent work (because nothing close enough to take public transit to pays sufficient wages to justify the cost of the monthly bus pass) &, given his nearly flawless driving record over the past DECADE, you've decided that I'm "too disabled" to drive & have yanked my license.
Thanks.
Thanks a F4ing lot.
May your Ancestors renounce you & unify to petition the Powers That Be that your Soul *NEVER* get to enter Peace.
May your living friends, family, relatives, coworkers, & complete strangers openly urinate on you, in public, in your face, while B4-slapping you repeatedly.
May you lose everything you love, be fired, forced to move back in with your parents (who now resent the day you were conceived), be unable to find a job (and even if you DO, you can't GET to it because, oh darn, YOU HAVE NO F4ING DRIVERS LICENSE!), & be forced to feel like a complete drain on Society.
Maybe then you'll understand why I'm sitting with my forehead on my crossed arms, face-down on the kitchen table, trying not to give in to the Bad Thoughts my anti-depressants try OH so hard to keep me from succumbing to.
I think I'll go take a nap.
Maybe when I wake up things won't suck so badly.
Or maybe Someone Up There will do me a favour & kill me in my sleep.
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