You know, I’ve come to terms with the seriously auto-damaging conditions of the roads of my home town. For instance, the massive sink hole in the picture is a drastic example, but the truth is there was probably a number of pot holes in too close proximity that were ignored for too long and just kept growing until BAM! Sink hole.
Why am I writing about this if I’m so used to it? Because I’ve become so complacent that I was unsettled by a joke my husband, mother, and I had while driving home the other day down one rather tumultuous street in the north end.
My mother was the driver taking one of her most favourite routes littered with gouges from too much heavy traffic. Why is this one of favs? It’s a less travelled road then the busier main roads…apparently many people think the same as her, especially those in 1-5 ton trucks. I believe it was made assuming only smaller vehicles would utilize this particular road…and it’s forgotten just as quick.
Anyways, she knows this route so well that she swerves all over the road really without thinking to miss the plethora of road dents. We all laughed knowing that in any other city we’d be pulled over and presumed to be on drugs or drink, but not here. No, here if a cop saw that, they’d probably be impressed at how adept she was at missing every hole and might follow along in suit. The joke being that they’d probably be more concerned about someone driving straight on this road. “That guy has got to be drunk of high or negligent.”. I’m not even kidding. To be honest, I would be more concerned about someone not attempting to avoid the pot holes because they either don’t know the road and don’t care about their car, or they are drunk or high.
OK, so I didn’t actually find this all unsettling. It just reminds me that complacency can hit everyone of us in so many ways. And, I don’t know about you, but too much complacency is like a virus. It sinks into your emotional pores, soaks into the centre of your soul and buries itself into the folds of your very being and just festers. I can’t stand thinking that there are areas in me that don’t have an opinion. Yes, I am opinionated about everything I can be, and if I don’t have a thought, I try to always try to have a reason for it. I guess it’s an odd idiosyncrasy, but it keeps me and those around me stimulated and rarely ever bored without having to rely on external sources like drugs or alcohol. The power to think and figure and create and such with other like-minded people freely and without judgement (or care about being judged) is much more rewarding (and comes with a lower physical cost) then getting smashed. Less regret too.
Wow, how did this turn into an expose on substance use? Oh well, I guess now it’s out. Not a big fan of anything that inhibits thought…and, honestly, what inhibitions do you have that you need alcohol to release? I can’t imagine they’re rewarding in the long-term. Oh, right, there I go thinking people live intentionally again! Another blog for another day. I’m not saying I don’t enjoy a glass of wine now and then, because seriously, people who are all “I don’t drink or do drugs because I’m better than those people” grate on my nerves more than people who get drunk and high all the time. The whole better-than-thou attitude is ridiculous and full of self-deception.
OK, this was supposed to be a short entry about pot holes *laughs* I guess I should know better. Now I have ideas for some other posts though.