i just went and woke up Mr. Jenny to share this piece of wisdom i just thought of for her:
"when you married me it's like you bought a Jaguar-- pretty car! Capable of very high performance! LOTS of breakdowns"
She didn't say much (possibly trying to sleep, who knows) so i said, "or am i a Delorean?" but she said "no, Jaguar is right"
Last week i told my therapist that getting my IQ score was like finding out i was a ferrari driving in traffic surrounded by buses without realizing i wasn't a bus
Either way i would rather be a nice, safe, low-maintenance Lexus
idk what is up with the car metaphors, probably my recently-unmasked autism* coming out
(that's sexist, actually, girls with autism often don't have the transportation thing, it's more likely to be Disney)