Fairy-Tale: DOT

A Story by Abishai100

Narrated diary-tale of an 'unusual' man whose encounter with 'serendipity' involves a star-uniting experience of...dowry!

A highway-diary vignette about civilization 'fantasy' wrought from the experience of customary depression, inspired by My Stepmother Is an Alien (Kim Basinger). Enjoy,

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I've been making diaries of driving in my Saab convertible cross-country and the metaphysical ramifications of the experience of outdoor road wind and something extra-ordinary added to my diary-analysis one summer, and it was all about the 'serendipity' of romanticism!

Now, my Saab convertible (white) is very important to me, and I love driving it, and I consider it a great rewarding experience, especially since I like driving (in general!) and driving around (outdoors!) in the countryside/city, and the open rooftop-experience of the car-drive reminds me of the more 'metaphysical' contours of open-road diaries.

If you drive a lot, and you like driving around outside a lot, you might add to your little 'existential road-out diary' that you're a pensive Westerner/American about the quality or dollar-consciousness of the OPEC oil-capital era in civilization, since, you need the amenity/conveniences of driving around in safety/comfort and with fuel. OPEC is like IBM, ya know!

So the caveat/caviar in this diary of mine is that I ended up at a gas-station while driving around in my Saab (white) convertible and encountered a really really unusually attractive/gorgeous American woman who'd been working at the gas-station as a servicing-agent/attendant. I told her (honestly!), "I couldn't have predicted a circumstance/condition like this --- to meet a gorgeous 'apparition' working at a gas-station!"

I took this woman-apparition to a local bookshop (Borders!) and we got a book on the contours/symbolism surrounding the depth/breadth of the OPEC-civilization era, and why the awareness of OPEC-functionalism contributes to a sort of 'driving IQ' or living/human intelligence, and I wondered if I'd met this gorgeous woman-apparition at a gas-station since I'd been destined to become an 'agent' of modernism fantasy.

WOMAN: Why're you buying me this chapstick as a gift, sweetheart?
ME: I thought you'd like the gesture of serendipity-consumerism!

WOMAN: You're in love with me.

ME: I'm thinking you're an 'angel' and I ought to make you feel...luxurious!

I then disclosed to this woman-apparition I picked up from work at her gas-station that I wasn't a human being. I was a 'faerie' (tiny winged 'humanoid' of the forest with messages of wisdom/warning) and 'became' a human to make a diary-novel about the 'consciousness' of consumerism experience in Western civilization, driving in my Saab white convertible cross-country to 'absorb' American IQ. She didn't believe me, until I showed her my 'hidden' wings! She started weeping.