I have experienced a couple of personal revelations in the past few weeks...

1. I don't get personally attached to cars.
I used to. Our family cars all had names and I picked out my first car not because of price or looks or style, but because it called to me. I named her Mary Jane and I adored her. She was decorated all up and greatly loved. She was more like a beloved pet than a machine. Then came the fateful day that my mom had to use MJ to get to work in the middle of a snow storm. She ended up in the ditch. Mom was fine and MJ wasn't damaged. Dad and I figured it would be no big deal to get her out of the snowbank she was buried in. Wrong. The bully of a pickup that the other end of the tow chain was attached to yanked so hard that MJ's axle was broken. Dad realized he was going to have to call a tow truck to bring her into town. Upon hearing this, I patted my dear little car and said goodbye. I don't know how, but I knew that I wouldn't be seeing her again. A few weeks later all that was left was a $500 check presented by the insurance company of the repair shop she went to. While welding the axle, the man had gone to answer the phone and returned to find the whole building on fire. It burned to the ground. A tragic story, I know. After several troublesome vehicles (including one that reminded me of "Christine") I have finally settled on a trustworthy, hard working, little Ford Escort. It has faithfully transported me for 4 years but I am unable to name it or develop more than a working relationship with it. Poor thing. Just it's luck to end up with an owner who has "issues".

2. My principal reminds me of my dad.
I have felt an instant connection with the principal of my school. I automatically considered him someone who I could trust and go to for help. At a meeting the other day I realized that he looks like my dad. He has the same facial features, expressions, and coloring. He even approaches things in a similar manner (although personally I think my dad surpasses him in many ways). It was an interesting revelation to see that I was so easily influenced into trusting someone just because he looks like someone I have the ultimate trust in. Interesting.

There is my personal introspectiveness (is that a word?) for the month. What do I do with this new found knowledge? Who the heck knows! : )