how to deal.

what do you do when situations arise that you don't see yourself getting through. I mean, like, how do you deal with things that get you. when problems arise and seem insurmountable. when they role like waves and keep pounding you face first into the sand and coral reefs. how do you handle this. here's my latest situation. i 'd like to think that i'm a pretty mellow fellow, the anti-drama queen.. at least i used to be. i think it was my kootenay upbringing. but that's another story altogether. back to my question. o.k., take me for an example. i've been trying to get my van running smoothly for a while now. and it has improved. except for this one problem that' i haven't had the time or ability to take care of. it came to the point where i had to break one of my cardinal rules, which is, don't take it to a shop, i mean NEVER! figure it out yourself and save some money. But even i have my limits. and so i've bowed down and taken my van to a shop. except, i've keep having to take it back. you see, because i bring it in after it's stranded me somewhere and isn't running. I'm getting the feeling that they think that getting it running again is fixing it. well, it's not. That is just a sign that something is wrong. there is a deeper issue. how do i know? because after a while the EXACT same thing happens again. pretty much every weekend it breaks down, then on monday i take it in, and by wed, or thurs they call me up and say "yeah, we fixed it". when in actuality, those cocky bastards haven't done anything except set me up for another letdown. . well, i picked it up on thurs and today(mon) it started to act up again. this time it was me and mckenzie going over to one of his friends house to spend the afternoon in the rare vancouver sun. about half way there though, it started to go south on me. i barely got it home. knowing that i had just minutes made it worse, and to top it off, i think i hit every red-light and slow driver in western canada trying to get home. even mckenzie is tired of the bullshit. he's all like "bad van! you always bweak in peeshes, bad, naughty van"...well anyways, my frustration towards this van and another ruined day boiled over to that point where i just didn't care anymore. i drilled the windshield with a left hook that put a nice hole and spider crackin the upper corner. but the seatbelt caught my shoulder and slowed down my strike, so it didn't satisfy me, so i let go with a right cross straight to my field of vision. anyways, the windshield spidered so bad that it actually turned all white, and the window came out of it's placement. that shouldn't of happened. i felt lame about this, but didn't really care. still not sure how i feel about it. i did say sorry to mck if it scared him, but he said he wasn't. another shining example of my awsome parenting skills.
everyone is always asking "how's the van running?' and all i can say is "hmmm, good for now"....so tomorrow i have to go to the shop and explain, or at least try to explain, (they seem to not understand that getting it started is not fixing it). but why bother. they can suck it, they had their chance. so like i asked, what do you do when problems seem insurmountable. those times when frustration and anger meet for lunch and decide to spew like the fat kid after to much turkey gravy at thanksgiving dinner? the funny thing is, i'm glad i punched out the window. I hope people think it's barbaric and uncivilized. because we all live our lives and are afraid to say and act how we really want to. another thing is, it's not the first time i've done it, and what's even funnier, is that i'll probably do it again, how cool is that.?