bradamant says:

Dear Tom,
I wish I could believe that. I don’t really, you know, but then I have trust issues. I didn’t really have very many issues at all until the assholes came into my life. Now they want everything including my soul and they haven’t any boundaries. They’re completely and absolutely out of control even if they don’t recognize it yet. I think I might believe you if you showed your real face and talked to me directly but then that might be really honest, right?
Tom, what do you see when you see a car? I think you see a thing…a big, gas guzzling, air polluting, monstrosity that takes up space and money and represents everything that is wrong with modern life. But then, it seems like you enjoy living in a city surrounded by bricks and books and people. I hate living in the city. And I don’t like most people. They look at me with expectation. All of them do it. They try to pretend to be after something else but I can see the expectation writhing behind their eyes. I like small children. They haven’t any guile. They are the only honest human beings I encounter any more. And I like animals. They haven’t any expectation. They have no hidden agendas unlike the people I meet every day, unlike the people I work with every day. The women I work with are all guile. It’s one continuous play act. It makes me sick. I digress. So a car to me is freedom, a way to escape all of these people who live in this stinking city and lie and cheat their way into my life and pretend that they have some kind of right to do so.