This is a part of my personality that a lot of people have problems coming to terms with. I *LOVE* to drive.
I don't care what my car looks like (in fact, it's a hailstone and baseball battered POS with textbooks and school papers thrown all over the interior). And it's a minivan ferchrissake. I do, however, care that it runs and runs well. Why? Not because I like to go fast. Just because I like to *GO*. Go where? I don't care. I just want to go. Period.
This is why I don't mind the fact that my romantic interest is in Delaware, I'm in Maryland, and I go to school in Pennsylvania. This is why I don't mind having to drive nearly an hour each way to and from school. People think I'm NUTS for even attempting this. Thursday, I'm going to leave school at 8PM, drive straight to Delaware, spend the night there, and drive back to school Friday morning. Most people think I'm insane for even CONSIDERING that. I think it's perfectly normal.
Now - about driving fast. I'll admit, I do a lot of it. I have a heavy foot and a customized go-fast engine. But it isn't about the speed. The only advantage of going fast is that nobody's around you to "bother" you - to pull in more attention than I'd normally give. Driving with cars to your side and behind you requires a lot more through than just cruising by yourself and making sure you don't slam into anything in the right lane or in front of you. This frees up more mental faculties for pondering important things... Such as nothing. Occasionally, these suspended portions of my mind will light up in discussion about seemingly trivial matters - exploring them to the deepest depths possible - furthering my understanding of myself, the people around me, and what I truly want. Other times, they'll solve problems I've been working on. Still others, they'll decide what I logically can't - between two girls.
People can't understand why I'm willing to drive such a piece of sh!t. Well, it's because the damned chair is comfortable (except in summer after it's been parked in the sun and the vinyl literally melts my skin and in the dead of winter when my testes become spermcicles), the thing RUNS no matter what I do with it, and it has a character that just seems... Compatible with me. Sure, I'll usually try to make up some BS excuse about utility and cost vs. benefit and so on and so forth. But I just like the fvcking van.
If you've read this far, you have even less life than I do.
Insert cookies here.
I don't care what my car looks like (in fact, it's a hailstone and baseball battered POS with textbooks and school papers thrown all over the interior). And it's a minivan ferchrissake. I do, however, care that it runs and runs well. Why? Not because I like to go fast. Just because I like to *GO*. Go where? I don't care. I just want to go. Period.
This is why I don't mind the fact that my romantic interest is in Delaware, I'm in Maryland, and I go to school in Pennsylvania. This is why I don't mind having to drive nearly an hour each way to and from school. People think I'm NUTS for even attempting this. Thursday, I'm going to leave school at 8PM, drive straight to Delaware, spend the night there, and drive back to school Friday morning. Most people think I'm insane for even CONSIDERING that. I think it's perfectly normal.
Now - about driving fast. I'll admit, I do a lot of it. I have a heavy foot and a customized go-fast engine. But it isn't about the speed. The only advantage of going fast is that nobody's around you to "bother" you - to pull in more attention than I'd normally give. Driving with cars to your side and behind you requires a lot more through than just cruising by yourself and making sure you don't slam into anything in the right lane or in front of you. This frees up more mental faculties for pondering important things... Such as nothing. Occasionally, these suspended portions of my mind will light up in discussion about seemingly trivial matters - exploring them to the deepest depths possible - furthering my understanding of myself, the people around me, and what I truly want. Other times, they'll solve problems I've been working on. Still others, they'll decide what I logically can't - between two girls.
People can't understand why I'm willing to drive such a piece of sh!t. Well, it's because the damned chair is comfortable (except in summer after it's been parked in the sun and the vinyl literally melts my skin and in the dead of winter when my testes become spermcicles), the thing RUNS no matter what I do with it, and it has a character that just seems... Compatible with me. Sure, I'll usually try to make up some BS excuse about utility and cost vs. benefit and so on and so forth. But I just like the fvcking van.
If you've read this far, you have even less life than I do.
Insert cookies here.
