Living is a Journey; Waking, Believing, Running
I've been noticing the last few days that I have been acting much more cautiously than I have in a very long time. I don't particular see any reason why though. Maybe it is the over abundance of police officers I have been seeing over the past few days. I haven't done anything particularly wrong in quite some time. So why am I doing things like driving the speed limit? I hate doing that with a passion. Fortunately, my car still hugs curves like nobody's business. So, I guess I am content with that. Regardless, I don't like this feeling. Does it come with starting to feel remorse? I hope not because I do not feel like that is going to go away soon. I hate that fact, but seeming more human is good, right? If not, I guess I have to get back to basics. First, got to beat this slow driving thing. Absolutely hate driving so slowly.