I have an older Toyota car that's my daily driver. Its agile, peppy and fun to drive. About a month ago the power windows stopped working. Not altogether at once, but intermittently. It's summer, I like to have the windows down, the damn windows would not go down. I grew increasingly angry at the car. The intermittent nature of the windows working one day and not the next day drove me insane. I'd thought on the days the windows worked the problem was just a "thing" and went away. Two days the windows stopped working. Listen car if you don't stop fucking with me, I'm going to take you to the junk yard. Hear me? My anger turned to rage. Yesterday after a good nights sleep, multiple meditation sessions and a great bike ride, I calmed down. OK car, what is wrong? The problem turned out to be the wire harness in the drivers door. Constant opening and closing of the door, constantly bending the wire harness over and over, finally broke the wires that control the power windows. It's like bending a paper clip over and over until fatigue claims the clip, it breaks. I was ferrous at my mom. How could you take an innate part of me, my gay me, away from me? I grew ever increasingly mad at her. My anger towards her turned to rage. I joined a meditation group and learned how to meditate. I exercised and got lots of sleep. I calmed down. I learned how to forgive her, enough so I could function and turned to fixing me. I was talking with my mentor, another gay man, this morning about dating. He gave me tips & tricks on how to date. For the fist time in my life, I'm looking forward to learning how to be with someone I'm innately attracted to. Definitions: Daily driver = the car I drive around town on a daily basis.