September 17, 2007
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I think there is a brand of drivers who can only see ten meters in front of them. It is the only thing that explains this regularly occurring phenomenon: a car will be behind me and will suddenly merge to get around me, and will accelerate quickly past me, all while heading towards a red light. This driving tendency puzzles me so much. Why it is so much better to cover the distance between you and the car stopped several hundred meters in front of you as fast as possible than to just simply glide to the stop is completely outside my scope of knowledge.
My mom has the problem of falling asleep while driving, especially while driving on the highway. But it’s not surprising; particularly at night, highway driving is tedious and very lulling. As a solution, I think the state government should install huge psychadelic clown faces in the grassy field that lies between the highway’s different directions. Every so often during the night, the face will light up and start spinning around yelling, “Bwu-huh-hah-hah-hah! Time to drive, not to sleep! Time to drive, not to sleep!”
People need to start thinking through their conclusions more. It seems like everyone likes superheroes and would like to be a superhero. What superheroes do is save the world from being destroyed. But recycling saves the world from being destroyed; two in every ten people recycle. Thus, people obviously just want super powers, not to save the world.
I am wondering: if you have a dream about a person, do you tell them? I suppose it depends, but with me I normally will just tell the person because it seems like something to be happy about, almost as if being in another person’s dream is like them giving you a high five.
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I don’t tell them unless they’re really, really close friends (though the funny thing is, I tend to dream mainly about people I wouldn’t feel comfortable telling). I figure it would freak them out and they’d think I was secretly obsessed with them.
That first thought once puzzled me for a long time. I am a driver who doesn’t like to waste time, and if there’s a car somewhere up ahead of me on the highway, I won’t slow down till I have to. It seemed more profitable somehow to keep up my speed till I hit that car’s bumper. My friends and I hashed this out and came to the conclusion that it really doesn’t help to speed up to the car, because unless you can pass it, you’re still not going to get there any sooner than it will. Crums.
I like to tell people that I dream about them, but I’m selective about how much content I share. For instance, if it was a guy I dreamed about and I dreamed that I married him, I probably wouldn’t tell him that. But if I dream he married someone else, I’ll tell him that. You never know how fate will work.
No. I don’t tell. Unless it is one of my kids then I do. But it just seems alittle weird to tell someone I had a dream about them.
I don’t understand people who drive fast towards red lights. I only go the speed limit, and I never have to slow down on the primary roads here in BN. Why waste breaks and gas on a few seconds, suposing things go well for you? Even when I’m late to work, it’s not worth being unsafe.
I had a dream about a guy I know a little bit from my work just last night. I rarely remember my dreams long enough to tell my friends (who I really only see on weekends). And the others are all so wierd that I don’t even conseder it.
ryc: That article was what got me thinking about it. The question for me is, whatever I decide is the best thing, will I be able to act like it even when others (as in, close friends) don’t approve?
Most people are poor drivers. Or maybe all the drivers I happen to notice are poor drivers, so I assume they’re in the majority. People who zoom around, weaving in and out of traffic and going straight from their accelerator to the brake and back again don’t get where they’re going much quicker, and end up wearing their cars down and getting really poor gas mileage. No foresight. I definitely coast as soon as I see a red light ahead. With any luck, I’ll still be moving when it changes again, and I can be on my merry way, unlike those who hurry to the stop light.