I hate driving, wait, no I don't.

I used to feel conflicted about driving, sometimes I'd hate it, other times, I'd love it. Then I realized that what I actually hate is commuting. First of all, there's the fact that one half of this activity takes you away from your home when you want nothing more than stay in a cozy warm bed. The other half is just getting you back to where you should've been the whole time anyway. And then, every other dumbass like me is out doing the same damn thing at the same time!

I've narrowed down the causes of all my driving frustrations to two main factors:

1) People don't want to think while driving.

2) People have to be "special, unique butterflys" and drive their own speed regardless of what everyone else is doing.

Let's elaborate on point 1: Even the smartest and most thoughtful people seem to want to click their brain off when they drive. People hang out in the left hand lane because they don't want to worry (think) about when to make lane changes. There is more deadly kinetic force in one car doing 75 mph than there is in 1000 .45 caliber bullets, but somehow it's totally okay to space off while driving?

Let's elaborate on point 2: I'm going to institute a new rule when driving: "Keep up with the person in front of you." The caveat being (which shouldn't even have to be stated) "Within reason and don't tailgate." The second best way to keep from causing accidents (other than "paying attention" - see point 1) is to drive as predictably as possible. If you're going the same speed as everyone else (in your lane) then there's a whole less reason for people to make lane changes, get frustrated, try to pass, etc., etc..

I could go on, and on (and on and on) about driving and bad habits. I certainly understand that I'm not a perfect driver, but that's no excuse to not even try to be a better one.



In other news, I made up some words because my brain probably doesn't work like it should.

Jonky: A white junky.
Splazzy: Both splashy and jazzy. (i.e. gawd awful).
Slatchler: Like a baby snatcher, but a lot more slippery.
Gronklovian: Describes how somebody who fantasizes about droids might walk.
Fnrgnrg: The sounds a dying Splegnastle makes.
Christhulhu: Self explanatory.

Well, that's all for today folks, remember to be terrible little boys and girls so Santa will bring you coal which can be made into torches or used to fuel your furnace. (Minecraft does strange things to your priorities).