Speaking of lost… Great segue, no? Most of the challenges I face in life are self-inflicted, like my driving.
I’m lost again and isn’t my fault… entirely. I drive back and forth; round and round and I’m surprised when I find myself back at the same place.
I don’t mind asking for directions, but I think I must have a tattoo on my forehead that glows when I’m lost that says, “Go ahead—confuse me more!” I wonder if it blares that I am left brained, or right brained, or perhaps no brained whatsoever.
Remember the rest stop in that dumber than dumb movie where the two guys get turned around?[1] It’s in Kansas, I know because I’ve been there and I’ve done it! In the middle of a twenty-four hour road trip, I got off and got back on, headed in the opposite direction.
Reality Bite: Oblivion is a great place to visit, but try not to live there.
[1] I’m not in the mood to pay for rights to remember the correct title here.
I’m lost again and isn’t my fault… entirely. I drive back and forth; round and round and I’m surprised when I find myself back at the same place.
I don’t mind asking for directions, but I think I must have a tattoo on my forehead that glows when I’m lost that says, “Go ahead—confuse me more!” I wonder if it blares that I am left brained, or right brained, or perhaps no brained whatsoever.
Remember the rest stop in that dumber than dumb movie where the two guys get turned around?[1] It’s in Kansas, I know because I’ve been there and I’ve done it! In the middle of a twenty-four hour road trip, I got off and got back on, headed in the opposite direction.
Reality Bite: Oblivion is a great place to visit, but try not to live there.
[1] I’m not in the mood to pay for rights to remember the correct title here.
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