There are hundreds of frogs right outside my bedroom window and they will not be quiet. Double-paned windows would be mighty nice about now…
It’s the opposite for me…I live in an area in (central) California where I have to get on either the freeway or highway (& sometimes turn across it) to go almost anywhere, so I’m more than used to them. City driving, on the other hand, freaks me out a little…especially downtown areas. Well, I’m fine in small cities, but I’ll gladly let someone else drive in big cities (like SF or LA).Also. Seriously. I officially hate driving on the highway. I love city driving, I don’t mind traffic in the city, because I love maneuvering around and whipping in and out. But highway driving? The speed gives me too much anxiety. There is just no fucking reason to drive that fast. BEING DEAD WILL GET YOU NOWHERE, YOU DUMB FUCKS. JESUS.
this is my life. I drive like a Pro in the city. and fast too (I know.horrible) but on the highway I am constantly having little anxiety attacks as I speed along.
That is what accidents do with you.
Somehow I doubt a police officer would believe me if I said “a mouse ate my registration” but in this case, it’s the truth. I opened my glove box today and found my registration half-eaten.
I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know — unless it be to share our laughter.
We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.
For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.
"I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. So much for that…