Driving
When I'm held captive by thoughts I'd rather put aside, it's not easy for me to unfocus. Being a very quirky individual, one of the things I have going against me is my OCness.
Yesterday I got ambushed into thinking about certain worries that I have, and this happens from time to time. My worries are not much, but they like coming and going like they did yesterday afternoon, and then I knew. I had to take the car out for a drive.
Driving on a Saturday afternoon is easy. I drove around aimlessly with nowhere to go, just wanting to go fast to get to wherever it is that my car would take me. I drove past certain roads, making note of familiar places I passed (that added a sense of comfort somehow) which is just about all I allowed myself to think. Other than that, my mind was immersed on the road before me, focusing and therefore unfocusing on the reason why I went out for the drive.
Speed is a heart-pounding aphrodisiac designed to shock your nerves to full alert, and ideally tempered by favorite cruising/speeding music for as far as your odometer will take you. To drown the worries in the mind becomes effortless then. And I went on like that for a while and it was good. Really good. And then, before I knew it, I found myself back along the familiar path to home, into the sunset, humming to myself, thinking, it ain't so bad to drive at all ....
Filed Under: Randomly
Yesterday I got ambushed into thinking about certain worries that I have, and this happens from time to time. My worries are not much, but they like coming and going like they did yesterday afternoon, and then I knew. I had to take the car out for a drive.
Driving on a Saturday afternoon is easy. I drove around aimlessly with nowhere to go, just wanting to go fast to get to wherever it is that my car would take me. I drove past certain roads, making note of familiar places I passed (that added a sense of comfort somehow) which is just about all I allowed myself to think. Other than that, my mind was immersed on the road before me, focusing and therefore unfocusing on the reason why I went out for the drive.
Speed is a heart-pounding aphrodisiac designed to shock your nerves to full alert, and ideally tempered by favorite cruising/speeding music for as far as your odometer will take you. To drown the worries in the mind becomes effortless then. And I went on like that for a while and it was good. Really good. And then, before I knew it, I found myself back along the familiar path to home, into the sunset, humming to myself, thinking, it ain't so bad to drive at all ....
Filed Under: Randomly
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