Sunday, 20 December 2009

Pink steering wheels are OK.

I was driving home from work yesterday when I stopped at a set of traffic lights. A small Nissan car pulled up beside me driven by a young man. I noticed that the steering wheel had a pink cover on with red hearts dotted all over it. Immediately I scoffed at his crassness, his pathetic lack of taste. But then, as quickly as I had had that thought, I realised just how miserable my ego is that it wouldn't even allow someone such an innocent choice and how it seeks to elevate itself by standing on the necks of others. I want to be completely free of it. It has nothing to offer me or anyone else.

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