Repeating History

You know, it’s funny when your history repeats itself. Literally.

Nine years ago, I experienced my first blow out tire whilst driving down interstate highway 35 in Denton, TX. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. And stressful too.

This is how the tire looked afterwards:

Today, I watched my “new” car get towed to the mechanic. Again.

That’s the second time in less than 2 weeks. First, my throttle failed, and now my alternator has failed. I’ve had this car for only six. months.

Oy vey.

Did I just buy a car that’s as high-maintenanced as me?

Interestingly enough, I’m much less stressed out now than I was 9 years ago (yay, adulting), except I’m feeling the same premonition now as I did then: change is coming.

And I know my car has nothing to do with it.

It’s this premonition that’s got my Spidey Senses tingling on high alert. Every sound, any sudden movement makes me breakout in gooseflesh as though I were stalking through woods wary of predators lurking in the brush and shadows.

What then is this feeling? Truly? And is it good or bad? Is change really coming? If so, is it destructive or prosperous or both?

Thus, I left with only one question: is this repeating history just me being paranoid or Divine?