Travels and Side Shows

Well I know there were a couple of things I forgot. One of the things was that I left my ham and honey mustard in the fridge at work, but I’ll live. I have the chicken patties and some leftover Chick-fil-A, part of which was the eight piece nugget I got for free for signing up for the app. There are a couple of days I don’t even intend to carry much of anything with me so that’ll be fine.

 

I don’t have a whole to say at the moment. I’m exhausted, it was a long drive, and I’m ready to head to bed. We’ll be getting up fairly early tomorrow and there’s lots of adventuring ahead.

 

The only things I’m even really thinking about right now are that I don’t want to break my streak for writing and that I don’t understand people who like to talk on the phone.

 

If I write a tiny bit today and tomorrow, I’ll have more than met both my goals and I’ll have written at least a tiny bit every day this month. I haven’t had a month like that in what feels like forever and I just don’t want to break that right now. I really need this to be a month that I write every day. And by every day, I mean sometime between the time I get up for the day and when I go to bed for the night. I’m not necessarily adhering to the 24 hour period that’s considered a day.

 

As for the phone thing, I saw someone post that they had a long drive ahead of them (the same drive I did tonight which was nearly two hours longer than it really should be but I guess construction is necessary even if it’s a bitch) and they were asking anyone who had some time to give them a call so they could talk on the road. Oh my God, why? Why would you want to do that?

 

Listen, intellectually, I get that some people get really bored on car rides and they like talking to their friends on the phone because it makes the time go faster.

 

Personally? Don’t. Fucking. Call. Me. Unless. You. Are. Dying.

 

I’m not that extreme about it. Not really. And there are a few friends with whom I’ll occasionally have phone chats because they live far away.

 

But the thing I love most about any kind of distance traveling is being in the car by myself listening to my books or maybe a podcast or some music if the mood strikes. I have probably picked a book budgeted to fit with my travel plans and someone calling to talk to me is going to mess that schedule up and I’m going to be annoyed because I won’t be able to finish the book before the end of the trip, and since I spend a lot of time thinking about these things and making these plans, I don’t like them to get messed up.

 

Part of it may also be how much energy I put into peopleing at my job. My job is very people intensive. I like the car rides to replenish myself. Being alone in the car is one of the very few times I have by myself so I kind of have the instinct to guard that time pretty fiercely.

 

Anyway, needless  to say, I did not give her a call on my way down.

 

Okay, kiddos, time for bed.