Reflection

My car has been clacking for a couple of days, so I headed to Jiffy Lube tonight for a top-off. Which in my case usually means a refill and a lecture. After I signed the receipt and headed out to my car, one of the guys who worked on my car came out and asked me if I remembered him.

I hate when this happens!!!! It's like a pop quiz!

It turned out to be Jason, the boy next door to my childhood home, who I grew up with. If I'm not mistaken (sorry Kel), he was the recipient of my sister's first kiss.

It was good to catch up, however briefly, and I was surprised that he embraced me when I learned who he was. This happens to me a good deal. Pittsburgh: The big small town.

I am surprised by the number of people I have run into from my past that have regular old jobs, never attended college, and make a damn good living.

I wonder a lot what I would be if I had taken that route. It kind of breaks my heart that I missed out on having that on so many levels. That sounds a little nutty, but I find people who didn't marry careers they decided on as teens are much happier.

Damn my parents for pushing education!!!

I loved my college days, don't get me wrong. But I didn't "find myself" there. I'm still working on it, and fuck if I don't feel so pigeonholed for not leaving my options open.

Maybe I should have chosen a more viable major. And just stayed around town. And bought a trailer park.