Last Thursday morning, I woke up and got out of bed as I normally would. After getting ready for the day, I got in my car, expecting to go to work as I generally do on most Thursdays.

But alas, despite my greatest efforts, my car would not start, no matter what I did.

"Why me?" I cried out to the Car Gods, hoping they could find it within themselves to magically start my vehicle and therefore prevent me from having to endure the horrible yet sometimes unavoidable experience of car trouble.

Unfortunately, the Car Gods were not answering my prayers, which is when I found myself sitting in my vehicle that refused to start, as it slowly began to dawn on me that I was actually going to have to deal with the problem at hand. I told myself that even though having to deal with car trouble is a universally terrible and inconvenient part of owning a vehicle, at least I might learn something along the way.

Maybe I would come upon some universal truth about life or the human condition, something I could carry with me for the rest of my life, something that would change the way I see the world forever. I figured I would at least learn some sort of life lesson from this experience that I could then apply later on in life. Just for a moment, I was the protagonist in my own story that had started when my car wouldn't start, and I was incredibly eager to discover how my character would develop throughout this experience, and what arc my character would go through as I traveled upon this journey, coming out the other side has changed from the experience.

The possibilities seemed endless that day. I was definitely annoyed that my car would not start, but I was also eager to obtain the knowledge that this experience would surely endow me with.

Fast forward to right now, two tow trucks and two repair shops later, and my car still is not fixed. What's even worse though, quite honestly, is that I did not learn a single life lesson from this entire car failure experience. My soul feels no more enriched then it did before, and I have not had any sudden epiphanies about life that never would have happened had my car started that day.

I mean come on, I figured there would be at least one. I assumed I would at least be able to have something to take away from it all, something I could use to better understand humanity and the way the world works.

But no, apparently obtaining some sort of infinite wisdom through car trouble is too much to ask for in this day and age. What does a person have to do in order to have a life-changing experience nowadays? I mean seriously.

So now here I am, with a car that won't start, and not even a single life lesson to go with it. I can't use my car, nor can I ponder all the recent wisdom I gained, because I gained none. All I learned from this entire thing is that having your car break down is just as annoying and inconvenient as anyone might expect it to be.

I guess I will just have to wait until another unfortunate thing happens to me, and simply hope that when it does, I'll be able to learn something valuable from it.