This random, but possibly blog-worthy thought crossed my mind last night. Have you ever found yourself contemplating life/existence and held a good grasp on some so-called philosophical idea that may be bringing yourself one step closer to the answer for the ultimate question of existence, and you know you have this idea down and ready to release/inform the world of, and just as you're telling it it the most logical way possible, the idea simply stops and you've totally forgotten what the fuck you were just thinking about? I'm wondering if this is God or whomever's way of preventing us from getting too close to that answer. This happened to me last night and as I'm continuing my idea of whatever the hell I was thinking about, knowing that it was some sort of metaphysical apifany, my two girlfriends listening intensely... my mind drew a blank. I had to just stop talking mid-sentence, making myself out to be mentally challenged. So this is basically what led me to come up with this new ridiculous theory of mine that when your mind draws a blank like such, it is something that we're not supposed to share. Or could it simply be a brain fart? What is a brain fart anyway? Maybe someday in the 2030's I'll write a book about brain farts, and why is it called brain "farting" anyway? It's not as if your brain is emitting gas or anything? I really don't know what I'm talking about. Anyways, I was going to input an entry on SUV driving yesterday, then I had the idea of waiting for an actual experience on the road with an SUV driver before I could start my complaints. This morning, driving back to the forest, I coincidentally (remind me to talk about coincidences later) was cut off by a driver in an SUV. I then realized that about 4 SUVs were surrounding me, pushing the hell out of me, cutting me off, and consistently driving at around the same speeds and me, however, not in my favor. It dawned on me that I had, for the past ten minutes, been right in the middle of an SUV gang. Let me just say that SUVs, as Mr. Griffin puts it, really grind my gears. First of all, what the fuck are you doing in your oversized momcycle? Not to mention the thing guzzles gas like crazy, it is simply a road-blocker. Whenever I'm driving behind one, I can't see for shit, and I have to, once again, risk my precious life by quickly changing lanes in order to avoid being stuck behind one. And what the fuck is with the drivers themselves? Why does every SUV-driver consist of some sort of blonde-haired OC bitch who thinks she owns the road because she has biiiiig caaaar? In my recent travels to South America, the equivalence of an SUV would be about the size of a Toyota RAV4. There are, fortunately, no annoying mothers speeding down the freeways, cutting people off in order to make it to their baby 's soccer game on time. You know what? I hate SUVs so much that next time I see one, I'm taking down the lisence plate #, calling 911, and reporting them a drunk driver.
1 comment:
I agree. I lose my train of thought at way too predictable times for it to be some kind of chaotic chemical reaction...God must be behind it.
Also, white women need to stop driving SUVs. Let them drive jeeps instead. You drove a jeep. It was awesome. Really awesome.
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