Have you ever had to drive somewhere (anywhere), where you were more excited about the drive than the destination? I catch myself, very often, anticipating the drive and enjoying the drive until the very moment I reach my destination.
Driving alone is one of the few times a feel like I’m truly enjoying myself. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with the fam bam and friends, but that solitary time, that ME time, I have in my car with my radio on, is just…different. Driving is my toilet seat, it is where I do much of my thinking, reflecting, contemplating, formulating….my emotional releasing.
I guess that’s what it is. I’m your typical male that tends to let many things roll off my back, tuck my emotions away, and never ask for help when it’s obvious that I need it. Driving (alone) is my therapy.
Maybe right now, since I’m not driving, but I’m hanging out in the school pavilion all by my lonesome, I’m using wordpress as my outlet…
I think I’ll go for a drive.