For Whom The Bell May Toll
by Bobosan on May.15, 2006, under Main
There’s always been something theraputic about driving on seldom-used roads late at night for me. It’s like a calming release to me. While I’m listening to music, taking corners too fast, or just speeding, I can calm down, and actually think. Driving, in fact ,is my cure for almost anything. Feeling sad? Go drive. Pissed off? Go drive. It’s strange that something so common is one of the few ways I have to destress. Driving at 3am is my xen.
I love the thought of being the only one outside at a given time. Like tonight, I passed maybe three cars in four hours of drving. It’s like the whole world is sleeping, but I’m awake, and more vivid than ever. It’s crazy, I know, but it’s me. While everyone else that is sane is resting and dreaming of whatever they will, I am puffing on a smoke, speeding down the two lane road, and thinking about whatever has me conflicted at that moment. The strangest part is that driving actually helps me.
I drive for a living, and I drive to feel alive…is there something wrong with that?