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Writer. Wheelman. Occasional DIY mechanic. Walking collection of hang-ups. Hopeless romantic. Old-school. Analog soul in a digital world. I am all of these things and more.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Trust...or the lack of it.

This is nuts.

Just because she’s not comfortable with my driving, my mom has no trust in me doing so from here to Zambales and back.

Bullshit. I know my limits. I know when I should be full-throttle and when I should feather it. But the way she talks to me is insulting. I feel like a kid! It’s as if I’d never driven to Tagaytay for Beia’s wedding two years ago.

Trust will never develop until you give it a chance to grow.

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