Where is the Sun?

         I want a desk by the window with flowers sitting on top; a photograph of my dog and I at the park. I want quiet and the ability to think and process information. I want to feel comfortable walking around without my bra on and a makeup-less face. I want to cook whenever I want and exercise whenever I want. I want to be a stay-at-home-mother and enjoy raising my children. I am approaching twenty and I want life to be fabulous wherever I may be within the next year. Is that too much to ask for?
         I don't want to stare at my phone waiting for you to call me back. I want to know that you will be there even when I put up a fuss. I want you to bring me a good chick-flick, chocolate and a bouquet of flowers when I am on my period. I want you to cuddle with me before and after we have sex. I want you boast my presence when we are out in public. I want you to love me even if I'm being a bitch. Is that too much to ask for?
         It seems as though I've arrived at the understanding that women do just need more. We need more emotionally and we need to understand that we are loved and worth the extra fifteen miles for a hug in the middle of the road. But when is it too much?

Is Honking Your Horn Rude?

               When you live in a city full of careless drivers, you can't help but become infuriated when a 49 year old woman decides to pull out of the driveway 200 feet in front of you as you are making your way 40 miles an hour down a major road. So, in this case, what do you do? Do you simply slam on your brakes, making the road more accessible to that ludicrous driver? Do you switch lanes instantaneously hoping not to take the life of the driver you are about to cut off? Or do you make one to six loud honks with your horn communicating to that driver that she is an utter asshole? I chose to take path three and communicated to her and 4 other drivers today. Nothing is more liberating than expressing your right to safety on the road and identifying when it is acceptable to cut off a driver and when it is acceptable to shove it up their ass. Forgive my French, but when did people begin to drive with such diminishing respect towards one another in their the community of drivers that they join everyday. I look at it as a neighborhood and see friends in the drivers seats. In Nashville, drivers are the empyrean of all enemies.
             All I can wonder is if we choose to travel to such extreme lengths to get to our destinations so carelessly, how do we treat one another outside of our driving measures? If Nashville is our canvas and the roads pave our routes to our destinations, then why is it, if we all travel the same road, then why we do so in a reckless manner? When you choose to take the responsibility of operating a vehicle on an public road in the United States, you chances of death increase by 40 percent. One in 10,000 people who operated a vehicle in 2010 died of a motor vehicle accident. These are accidents. Yet, if the majority of people taking responsibility over their vehicles intentionally choose to drive so dangerously, how can we certify these as accidents. Is it when we collide with the vehicle and cause them to spin out of control hitting the railing in the middle of the interstate because we were trying to pass the insanely sluggish Ford focus in front of us and realize that an actual human being is sitting that vehicle unconscious? Is that what measure we have to arrive at in order to understand that we all deserve to have a safe environment on the road?
            Ultimately, it is your choice when you take the reigns to your vehicle. Am I going to honk my horn to notify my right to safety or is it just rude?