I need a 1/4" socket please

That bridge of delusion that I had built was replaced by one of reality paved with intuition. It wasn’t a stable bridge, always splintering and cracking. So I hired back the road crew, I’d fired when I started building the thing and funny if they didn’t do their job (I think I fired them for that the first time…). They even had some hired boy to wash my car and install a five point harness so I wouldn’t get thrown out the side. My car has no doors… I like a little wind in my hair… you know, now that I have some. The thing about the five point harness is we have to use it… all the way, properly. We can’t just wear the lap belt. Because when you hit the edge of the construction zone at nice pace (I’ll never admit to anything) well, a lap belt doesn’t protect the most important parts. You can get tossed around and spit out. Basically, we get no protection if we don’t use safety gear. Our intuition is all that we have when we strip down to the bare core of our soul. It’s what starts the other things moving and keeps us safe. Intuition is what gives us the “fight or flight” reaction. And like many other things in my little world… I know it and choose not to use it to my advantage. I allow the desire to keep my dress from getting wrinkled to keep me from buckling up. I grasp too tightly to the wheel when I know the rule of crashing and I should have let go. There’s no place to fix the hurts and we can’t get out and blame the car. We’re so quick to jump up and blame– brake failure, bad parts, this, that, blah, blah, blah when really, the signs were up for the zone ahead, advanced warning. I had the harness, I chose to wear only the lap belt, I have to take the time to mend the wound and fix the car… on my own, and if I get stuck, I can always google.