Dear Internet,

What makes people honk at you?
Example.
I walked a mile or two today to get to the DMV. On the way I got honked and waved at by a guy I didn’t know, leered at by countless men, and heckled by a car full of teenagers. Seriously? What the hell makes these people think it’s ok to behave like that? It couldn’t have been my clothes (hair in a bun, jeans, sneakers, and plain brown tank top isn’t exactly come hither), I’m told I strut a little, but I’m just a twenty something girl walking around west-bum-fuck. Why do people insist on heckling? What are they thinking when they’re leaning out their windows leering?
I don’t get it.

One thing is for certain, I’m really sick of my pedestrian status. I want a car. Badly.

But now I’m back home, with my neurotic dog, watching “Bizarre Foods”.

So I think I have a world for my story this next month, trouble is I need conflict. It’s modern fantasy, faeries and unicorns, and lephracan’s and what ever the hell else I feel like. It’s fantasy but I’ve been told I’m not allowed to be romantic about. What’s is a girl to do? I suppose I could switch to the other piece I wanted to write this summer, but the trouble is that’s rather romantic and I was charged by a friend to write her a story that has no romance at all.

Romance. I talked to a woman once that didn’t believe in romance at all. She said it meant nothing. Her man gets her a flower, “That’s sweet,” she supposes, “but why does he bother?” She didn’t seem to understand that it isn’t empty sentiment, all these little things, tokens and moments over a breakfast they made you. It’s another way to say “I love you, I support you, I adore you”, it’s another way to talk when words fail you, when “I love you”, or “I’m sorry” feels too simple to communicate depth of feeling. It is no less valid than those words. Romance isn’t nothing, it’s never nothing. Though it certainly is over done in the stories we tell.
…It’s not nothing. But then she never did make sense for more than a moment or two, and the sense she made a moment ago might very well not correlate at all with what she said later. So I suppose what she had to say can be discarded as rubbish. *Crinkles brow in distaste, raises glass*
To the new and the now! To romance and love, amour!

*Glances at clock* I should get walking, I have work.

Raise your hand if you’d rather be sleeping! *waves good bye*