The main thing that’s for sure is that Maria borrowing the car for a night is going to turn into borrowing the car for, like, a week, where she’s going to have some weird and epic adventure that doesn’t really make sense to anyone who isn’t her. By the end of it Maria will feel like she’s really accomplished something and like everything is different now, like she’s figured out her shit. Only nothing will change. Some version of this has happened every autumn for the last three years and Maria, of course, has no idea that it’s a pattern.
Oh my god do my friends know this about me?
Oh my god do I not know this about me?
