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27th June 2011

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alisonagosti: About a year ago, I was in a minor car accident that could not have been more my fault. I looked up from my phone and slammed right into the back of a giant fuck-you SUV. It smashed my poor, loyal Corolla into an accordion. I remember feeling this deep sympathy for my car and the pain I assumed it was in. I was in such a horrible place in my life, I was terrified about losing my job and I had just found out about the first of my boyfriend’s many, many (affairs? It’s not like we were married. Ladies on the side?) and my grandmother died a few days earlier. The grandmother part is more to have a third thing. She was in her mid-nineties and had lived a full life and all of that. The point is, I was very unhappy. It happened on La Cienega, right by Largo. I had to sit and wait for a tow truck and a lady working at Trashy Lingere brought me a bottle of water and a cookie and hugged me. People can be so amazingly kind in such small ways. I remember climbing into the tow truck, wondering how I was going to pay my deductible and my rent that month. And there on the dashboard, was this fucking “Size Matters” sticker. It made me laugh. Not in a fun way, in a crazed, manic way that eventually turned to tears. The poor guy had no idea what to do or say and reminded me that everything would work out or whatever. Things were really bad for me for a long time after that, maybe they still are in some ways. But standing in this Home Depot on a Sunday night, trying so hard to be gracious to the woman ahead of me in line at the paint center, I’m pretty sure that guy was right. Size matters.

alisonagosti:

About a year ago, I was in a minor car accident that could not have been more my fault. I looked up from my phone and slammed right into the back of a giant fuck-you SUV. It smashed my poor, loyal Corolla into an accordion. I remember feeling this deep sympathy for my car and the pain I assumed it was in.

I was in such a horrible place in my life, I was terrified about losing my job and I had just found out about the first of my boyfriend’s many, many (affairs? It’s not like we were married. Ladies on the side?) and my grandmother died a few days earlier. The grandmother part is more to have a third thing. She was in her mid-nineties and had lived a full life and all of that. The point is, I was very unhappy.

It happened on La Cienega, right by Largo. I had to sit and wait for a tow truck and a lady working at Trashy Lingere brought me a bottle of water and a cookie and hugged me. People can be so amazingly kind in such small ways.

I remember climbing into the tow truck, wondering how I was going to pay my deductible and my rent that month. And there on the dashboard, was this fucking “Size Matters” sticker. It made me laugh. Not in a fun way, in a crazed, manic way that eventually turned to tears. The poor guy had no idea what to do or say and reminded me that everything would work out or whatever.

Things were really bad for me for a long time after that, maybe they still are in some ways. But standing in this Home Depot on a Sunday night, trying so hard to be gracious to the woman ahead of me in line at the paint center, I’m pretty sure that guy was right. Size matters.

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