Saturday, November 24, 2007

86 the 70 miles per hour speed craziness

Thanksgiving was all that it should have been. Fun with family, good food, relaxation. My happiness level with thanksgiving would have been higher if only I could have done it all from the safety and comfort of my own home. Or at least a home close to mine.

We went 3 hours away. It makes sense considering that's where the bulk of the family is now. It makes sense because my sister-in-law loves to cook, is good at it, and invited us. It makes sense because I'm not a very good cook (my food offerings lean toward the experimental). It makes sense because my partner loves to drive - he does it for a living.

The problem with Thanksgiving?

The only problem was the drive. I dislike driving so I'm usually a rider. I even dislike riding most of the time, especially if the driver insists on exceeding the speed limit. Or should I say exceeds about 55 mph.

Yes, I want to world to slow down. It would make me happy for 55 mph to be the absolute fastest any vehicle not on a racetrack could go. There use to be a public service announcement; 55 saves lives. Can't we go back to that? Don't we want to save lives?

I saw way too many people exceeding the 70 mph limit while doing other things; talking on the phone, talking to and looking at the passenger, eating!

My body doesn't like to go fast.

I don't get motion sickness. I get paranoid. My anxiety level rises. I hate it. I've tried drinking. I found over thanksgiving that drinking a glass of wine doesn't get it for continuous driving at 70 mph. I've tried meditating. I'm not proficient enough at meditating while being still so I guess I can't truthful say this won't work. I've tried convincing the driver to go slower. That's the worst thing I could have done.

I'm going to have to turn into a hermit sooner than I'd thought. While that would make me happy on a lot of levels it would be bad. I'll never get to see my little nieces unless they come to me. That's sad. The saddest part about it all is that people treat me like I'm crazy for wanting to slow down.