Brought to you by the effects of Stockholm Syndrome from holding myself hostage for so many years.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
I have six gas cap keys on my key ring. They all look the same, but are not. I kept losing gas caps, but never got rid of the keys.
I like to play a game at the pump. I feel in my pocket for my keys and make a wish. Now, I know what you are thinking, "That Grunt sure likes his pocket pool!" Well, I grab a gas cap key and if it turns and opens the cap, then my wish is granted.
So, today I'm listening to the recent New York Dolls album and there's this song about creating redemption on the rim of a volcano. I had that song in my head and a wish came to me. I will not say what that wish was, only that I have felt like that most of my life has been fine for helping others but not quite feeling like I was worth a plum nickel. When I finally get something promising on my horizon, I feel real nervous.
This time my wish was serious. I put the key in and I got scared. I know this sounds silly, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to get gas that bad to find out. I took a moment, washed my windshield, checked my fluids, and then came back to the key ring.
P.S. I think I should get my keys down to a 50/50 chance. These current odds are stressing me out! But, at my side is God, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost. I'll do fine. (Only a few will get this last part)