My Hobby:

Attempting to pull universal truth from some non-descript part of a long road trip, and then easily refuting it because it's so damn awful.

Like thinking, "Everyone in Arizona has driven this exact patch of road."

And then thinking, "Well, that's dumb. I'm sure there are plenty of people in Tucson, or Phoenix, or wherever that have never driven that portion of the road, or even the I-17 in general."

Or thinking, "This rock has been passed by most truckers in the state."

And then thinking, "Well, that's dumb. Who am I to say every trucker in the state has passed THAT particular rock?"

Or looking at a cactus, and thinking, "Everyone who likes the color pink has touched that cactus."

And then thinking, "Well, that's dumb. I know plenty of people who like pink, and who have probably never seen that cactus, much less cared to touch it, because that would be painful, and I would probably not think much of them."

...

This is what I do on road trips.

The other thing about road trips is that, somehow, everyone on the road seems to lose a couple thousand brain cells when their tires hit the pavement. You know that "clever" quip about someone being born yesterday?


I honestly think these people were.
Because either they're incompetent and incoherent to the point that they should not be placed in command of a vehicle traveling 76 mph down a freeway where there are innocent people in harm's way...

Or they're secretly two infants LITERALLY BORN YESTERDAY that haven't learned the proper communication/motor (get it? motor? it's a car? HAH) skills to adequately handle the car. I say two, of course, because one would be steering, and one would be manning the pedals at the bottom because naturally, babies are tiny, and can't reach the pedals with their teeny legs. Silly babies. Driving is for adults.

Either way, they shouldn't be on the road. Specifically, on curvy roads. At high elevations. Next to cliff faces.


If you haven't gotten the clue yet, I'm back from a... mountainous... excursion..., and was, as a result of my mother's speed-demon tendencies (she REALLY wanted to get home), subject to terrors on the road. It turned me quite an unsightly shade of pale, probably permanently. Awesome!

And it's not all bad. Yeah, the ear-popping as the elevation dropped was unpleasant, the psychopathic driving was less-than-desirable, and there were some boring moments, but it's... I don't know, I guess you have to see past the pitfalls. I'm not acting as proponent for long road trips (I cannot be in a car for more than two hours, I go cuh-RAAAY-zy), I'm merely saying... it wasn't so bad. I got to spend it with my mom, who, as I've said before, I don't always get along with. We talked out a lot of our issues over Swedish Fish and Twizzlers (mine and hers respectively), and I think... I think we changed. I hope we did.


Also, the universal cactus thing was pretty entertaining. Please don't tell me I'm the only one who does that!

...No, it's okay, I am. -sigh-


I feel like this was kinda short... but HEY. I updated in a timely fashion. That counts for something, right?


...Right?!