[Sober Living] Life’s Fast Lanes

If life is a highway, the until recently, I’ve been driving in the faster lanes for years. I won’t reveal the exact date and time that thought went off in my head, which said “you will die if you keep driving like this,” but I can assure you that it was within the last six months. I’ve seen too many figurative car wrecks, stalls, and clear collisions to want any of that for myself, thanks.

Recklessness is an act of desperation.

Desperation is a feeling of hopelessness or fear or intangibility within your current situation. If you are desperate to get out of work on Friday afternoon, then something during the week is causing you harm. Rather than ignore that subtle stress, dig into it until you find it, and address it.

Don’t pound that stress into submission.

Oftentimes, it’s just some little hurt creature of the mind or reality that just needs a bandage. That creature cries out in pain, thrashing itself onto everyone until it is treated. Why then should we hurt it more? For our vindictive pleasure? Why not, instead, help it back up? If its thrashing was wrong, we can correct it.

You can’t correct a dead desperate creature.

“Living the dream.” “Livin’ your best life?” “Trying to…” “That’s the best we can do. [1,2, 1,2]” We can do more to bring up those around us by looking to see maybe if they are driving recklessly in one regard or another. That’s why it’s important to remember when you’re going faster than you might like to go ahead and look to see if you can change into a slower lane.

It’s ok to take breaks in life.

Others may be comfortable going faster in some areas than you. It’s ok to say “I don’t understand” or “can I take a break?” in any regard. We get so caught up in thinking about advanced things that the simple things can elude us. That’s where that thrashing creature comes into play. We might just need to give it a hug and then it will work with us rather than against us.

I drove in front of an aggressive driver today.

I was driving in a lane that merged from two into one. This driver wanted to cut in front of me but I didn’t allow it. He kept his high beams on until I changed lanes. I got behind him, recorded his license plate and – win! – company name. I’d let them know he was a bad dude. I was the arbiter of destruction, vindicator of justice, and I would exact my revenge.

The dude’s some no name contractor.

He’s got a shitty website with lorem ipsum when it’s not a sentence about his construction business. Yeah, he was an ass, but he could consider me an ass, too, and it wouldn’t be a stretch. When we look at traffic from more perspectives than just our own, we can empathize with slower drivers.

Just remember to live at your own pace.

Endtable:
Quotes: [1,2, 1,2] Conversation at work.
Sources: My personal experiences.
Inspirations: More writing about driving stress, I guess.
Related: Other Sober Living essays.
Photos: A car barreling into a socket wrench, perhaps representing how we sometimes barrel into disaster?
Written On: May 24th [24 minutes]
Last Edited: First draft, final draft for the Internet.
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