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Tire Tire Tired.

So I was driving this afternoon and I realized I had a flat tire on the corner of Clarks Lane and Western Run Blvd. I calmly pulled over, put on my hazard lights and walked to a friends house to call Greg (I realized my cell phone wasn't in my purse when I pulled over). When he came and started to change the tire, all these different emotions started going through my head.

Let me say first that on a good day, I have about .05% feminist in me. Meaning, I am fine with men and women being treated differently. I don't think men should be treated better or given more opportunities in life because of their gender, but I recognize the innate differences in men and women and I even celebrate them. Having said that I have to say that I was feeling all sorts of self-loathing at the fact that I don't know how to change a tire. My inner feminist was screaming at me that I had to call my husband to come and help me when I should really know how to do this. My inner anti-feminist was screaming at me that it is good I have a husband who knows how to change a tire and reminding me that I have AAA for a reason. In the 15 minutes it took Greg to change the tire, I went back and forth with a plethora of emotions.

Then it hit me that even if I did know how to change a tire, I wouldn't physically be able to do it at this point (or probably any points in the future ) in my life since I have had my neck/back problems. What a waste of a good inner monologue.