Shut up and drive
I don't know what it is lately, but I've been in a good mood while driving. A lot of turning up my music and singing along as loud as I can. Maybe it's because I've been doing a lot of driving on the expressway, where no one can hear me. But either way, it's a good feeling.
But I also just want to keep driving. I worked a catering at Oakwood on Saturday night. When I left, I had the strangest urge to keep driving south and go to Chicago. What I would do when I got there, I don't know, and that's what stopped me. But it was the feeling to just keep going, not a care in the world, and drive. And really, if I didn't have things to do on Sunday (like church and see the family), I probably would have done it too. Just to go, and then come back. And this feeling hasn't subsided either. I have to go and work again at Oakwood tomorrow as a favor to my boss, and I know it's going to be the same feeling of finishing right after sunset, and just wanting to keep going.
I know this sounds silly, especially with gas prices the way they are, but it's just the feeling of being free, I guess. To have all of my windows down, to be going fast, and to be singing along to songs I'm embarrassed to admit I like and have on a mix CD. To be spontaneous, I guess. But then the rationality hits me of "What would I do once I got there?", and "Who could I call?".... and then it dawns on me that at least one of the people I would call may or may not even want to see me - I don't know. But to drive, oh, to drive!
I hung out with Joe last night, and that's pretty much all we did. Well, first there was bananas foster (mmmmm), but then there was driving. And it just reminded me of being in college, where that's all we would do during the summer is go on "sanity drives", and end up in Genesee Depot, Beloit, or just drive along the lake. Joe and I drove along the lake last night and was nice. I guess that's why I like to call Milwaukee home. I mean, I couldn't do that if I didn't live near a lake... :)
At least when I'm driving, I don't have to focus on what's going on in my life anymore. I don't have to think about my summer of being sick, of having high blood pressure and now what's apparently gallstones at twenty(fucking)five. I don't have to think about how lonely I get being single sometimes. I don't have to think about going back to school, going back to classes, and another semester of stress. I don't have to think about the internal struggles I'm having with myself regarding my family. I don't have to think about my tumultuous friendships, and the states that they're in. All I have to think about is what's on the road and what's playing through my speakers.
Maybe tomorrow I will keep driving. Maybe I won't. It all depends on how I feel, and if I have a destination. Just time to be free.
But I also just want to keep driving. I worked a catering at Oakwood on Saturday night. When I left, I had the strangest urge to keep driving south and go to Chicago. What I would do when I got there, I don't know, and that's what stopped me. But it was the feeling to just keep going, not a care in the world, and drive. And really, if I didn't have things to do on Sunday (like church and see the family), I probably would have done it too. Just to go, and then come back. And this feeling hasn't subsided either. I have to go and work again at Oakwood tomorrow as a favor to my boss, and I know it's going to be the same feeling of finishing right after sunset, and just wanting to keep going.
I know this sounds silly, especially with gas prices the way they are, but it's just the feeling of being free, I guess. To have all of my windows down, to be going fast, and to be singing along to songs I'm embarrassed to admit I like and have on a mix CD. To be spontaneous, I guess. But then the rationality hits me of "What would I do once I got there?", and "Who could I call?".... and then it dawns on me that at least one of the people I would call may or may not even want to see me - I don't know. But to drive, oh, to drive!
I hung out with Joe last night, and that's pretty much all we did. Well, first there was bananas foster (mmmmm), but then there was driving. And it just reminded me of being in college, where that's all we would do during the summer is go on "sanity drives", and end up in Genesee Depot, Beloit, or just drive along the lake. Joe and I drove along the lake last night and was nice. I guess that's why I like to call Milwaukee home. I mean, I couldn't do that if I didn't live near a lake... :)
At least when I'm driving, I don't have to focus on what's going on in my life anymore. I don't have to think about my summer of being sick, of having high blood pressure and now what's apparently gallstones at twenty(fucking)five. I don't have to think about how lonely I get being single sometimes. I don't have to think about going back to school, going back to classes, and another semester of stress. I don't have to think about the internal struggles I'm having with myself regarding my family. I don't have to think about my tumultuous friendships, and the states that they're in. All I have to think about is what's on the road and what's playing through my speakers.
Maybe tomorrow I will keep driving. Maybe I won't. It all depends on how I feel, and if I have a destination. Just time to be free.