Skip to main content

Rolling Cabin Fever

Last Monday, I got a call from my sister. Hey, you wanna go see Granny this weekend? I'm at work so I ask her to call me back in 20.

I then silently mull over my plans for the weekend--none.

My checking account? Okay. I get paid the Friday they want to leave so I have a little spending money.

My sanity?

Check please!

I've never been the type of guy that would be considered "straight & narrow"; sometimes my own thought process makes me sit back and ask, WTF??? There's a reason for this mini-impromptu self-assessment. Most of my grannies live within a five to ten minute drive from my house. So, when my sister asks the question: "hey, you wanna go see Granny this weekend?", she could only be talking about one Granny, Grandma Dorothy...who lives in Savannah, GA. The most preferred form of transportation in our family is the car. This revelation leads to two words which don't scare me when used separately. Together, they're two of the most frightening words in the English language...

ROAD TRIP!!!


Anything less than four hours is fine. I can deal. I can listen to music, read & play my Game Boy as a distraction.

Four hours and one second is one second too long! That's the moment where all of the other distractions begin to wear off. I start looking out the window for distractions; most people like to do that on a road trip, but as I've said earlier, I'm not like most people. This does little for me. How many farms and billboards about Jesus or topless bars can one look at before the novelty about traveling by car begins to wear off? Highway hypnosis? Sort of. In my case, I don't feel drowsy after staring at yellow dashes in the road, I do however find myself looking at yellow dashes in the road for several miles and realizing that it's a good thing no one knows what I'm doing because they would realize what I already know; that my life is sad. After four hours, I miss the ability to stand, I'm too antsy to but can't move around. I'm too tired but I can't sleep. I'm just a jittery, frayed, kinetic Gordian knot of anger, depression, anxiety and frustration.

I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate road trips, I hate roa...


http://www.flyi.com/

Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Shoveling. Snow. Saints!

The last eight days have truly been the stuff of legends!  First, the snow on Friday!  As many of you know, I was born and raised in Alexandria, VA.  Aside from the four years that I served in the Army, I've spent roughly 32 years of my life in the familiar surroundings of traffic, traffic and more traffic.  That being said, I have NEVER EVER seen anything like this.  One could make the argument that there was the blizzard of '96...but I was still in Georgia at the time so technically, this is a first for me.  I gotta say, I love snow.  Not the shoveling, but the sound of snow falling; so quiet, so serene.  Truly a thing a beauty...and the fact that I missed several days of work because of it doesn't hurt.  I also didn't miss the fact that we lost approximately 20 hours of power in the first 48 hours of said snow storm.  Honestly, I didn't mind it so much.  We lost power at 10PM which conveniently became bed time!  You'd be amazed at how tired you suddenly feel...
1 comment
Read more

R.I.P. Etta James Dead At 73, Loses Battle With Leukemia

Damn.     Sent to you by tony via Google Reader:     R.I.P. Etta James Dead At 73, Loses Battle With Leukemia via Bossip by Bossip Staff on 1/20/12 R.I.P. Etta James, whose assertive, earthy voice lit up such hits as "The Wallflower," "Something's Got a Hold on Me" and the wedding favorite "At Last," has died, according to her longtime friend and manager, Lupe De Leon. She was 73. She died from complications from leukemia with her husband, Artis Mills, and her sons by her side, De Leon said. She was diagnosed with leukemia in 2010, and also suffered from dementia and hepatitis C. James died at a hospital in Riverside, California. She would have turned 74 Wednesday. " This is a tremendous loss for the family, her friends and fans around the world," De Leon said. "She was a true original who could sing it all — her music defied category. More On Bossip! Twit Pics Of The Day: Rihanna Toots That Thang Up In A White Bikini An...
Post a Comment
Read more

Nation's Blacks Creeped Out By All The People Smiling At Them

Once again, the Onion does not disappoint.     Sent to you by tony via Google Reader:     Nation's Blacks Creeped Out By All The People Smiling At Them via The Onion on 2/16/09 WASHINGTON—"Obama gives a speech and it's like my team just won the Super Bowl. I didn't even vote for him. I'm a Libertarian," said Chicago native Jarell Brown.     Things you can do from here: Subscribe to The Onion using Google Reader Get started using Google Reader to easily keep up with all your favorite sites    
Post a Comment
Read more