Why are people in such a damn hurry in the morning? It’s understandable when you’re trying to catch the train on the way home, but why in the world are people in such a rush to get to their cubicle?
It feels as though I’m in Spain at the running of the bulls. People ducking, weaving, and sprinting for their lives off trains and through subways. All to slave away at their 9to5.
Maybe I enjoy the journey as much or more than the destination? Who knows. Until people learn to chill and enjoy life, I’m gonna be that guy. That guy who slows down his car when he’s being tailgated. That guy who takes turns a bit too wide so no one can get around him. That guy, who hopefully shows everyone that there are better places to spend 20 minutes than in front of a computer screen typing away at a TPS Report.
On a side note about enjoying travels, Jim and I are embarking on a half-cross country trip in a few weeks. We’re going to drive from Oklahoma to NYC, with exactly zero planned stops along the way. Our goal is to head up north towards Indiana or Cleveland, possibly hit a baseball game or two, and then time permitting, swing by Ithaca on our way East.
We’ll be blogging and Twittering the whole thing I’m sure, so expect some randomness.
