i’m a reasonable person. i also practice that whole “down to earth realism” bit. so the concept of on/off days seems logical in theory. like today — and yesterday, and last wednesday — were totally off days. healthy servings of frustration plus a generous feeling of inadequacy. ugh oh my god — my life is now starting to resemble a crappy pop song.
things repeatedly crossing my mind now that i’m driving:
- my car sucks. but then again, i’ve such a lead foot that i’d be a menace to others if i got my hands on a better engine.
- maybe, just maybe, screaming at the top of my lungs along to a george michael tune on the ipod while driving for about an hour straight is … kinda… draining…. ? maybe.
- sun glare: yieah i’m blind now.
- wtf do people slow down so much just before they’re about to make a turn?! dammit!!
- yieah. imma angry driver. road rage. all that. reckless? me? duh.
- not like i live in arcadia or anything…but any time i’m on my way back to work i feel like i’m re-entering civilization. as if i sub-consciously deride all other cities as hick-town butt-fuck nowhere or something. there may be a starbucks everywhere but there’s not a tea station everywhere — punks!
given that i’ve driven probably 1/1000th the amount of road of the average los angelino, i’ve got way too much blabbity blah to yap about.