Hard Hat Not Required She found normal and she liked it that way. Some could call him boring, but he has no potholes in his roads, minimal curves, and absolutely no ruins requiring construction. He was durable and paved with a direct route to the city. She would never admit she was an "Uptown Girl" but she found herself humming the notorious Billy Joel tune. His road was well-lit and drive-able in all conditions; of course mother approved, even with her declining eyesight. The road had a bit of glimmer when the sun hit it just right, kind of like it was polished. The pavement never cracks, never floods in thunderstorms, and never houses festivals or parades. It doesn't offer a high speed limit and offers cops for additional monitoring. He's safe and will keep her heart rate steady; no map needed, because there's no chance she'll get lost. I think I'll take an alternate route... at all at all costs.I don't want safe; I want out of my mind, off the charts, out into the streets with no names and no curfews.
I want to frolic with my Chucks untied, with the October wind in my hair, revealing little peaks of turquoise. I want to strategize when to reach a heart that I'm pursuing-- calculate if the sun has risen in my setting, then the bars are closing in his. I want to road-hop and hitchhike and find my own best route. I wish to follow no map and no societal guide plotted out for a bachelor(ette) in their late twenties. I wish to defy safe, for safe only leads to complacency and that is what I fear most.
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