Perspective: My Love-Hate Relationship with Driving


Today’s WordPress Prompt asked us to talk about something that drives us crazy, and then something that makes us happy.  The end result should be finding out if the thing that makes us happy changes our perspective on the thing that drives us crazy.

To be truthful, I’m having trouble conceptualizing how I would link two completely different things together and see if one would change my perspective on the other.  For example, my initial thought was that centipedes drive me crazy…. because they do…. and that I love playing the violin… but I can’t come up with ANY way that loving to play the violin would make me ‘appreciate’ a centipede.  None.

I decided to take this spin on it:

Sometimes, other drivers drive me crazy.  This is not to say that I’ve never made a mistake driving, because I certainly have.  But yesterday morning, for example, I was cut off by a woman making a left turn out of a Tim Horton’s parking lot, and she just smiled and waved at me as she did it, as if I’d been nice and let her in.  I hadn’t, though I normally do if I can… but I didn’t have the space in this instance.  In fact, I had to slam on my brakes so hard to avoid slamming into her car as she did it, that the contents of my purse landed on the floor of the passenger side when it fell upside down off the seat.

BUT

The fact that I absolutely love driving, and the fact that I’m able to and have a car to do so in… it shifted my perspective a bit.  Well, more so than a violin can shift my perspective about centipedes…. I digress.

I love driving.  I love being able to go from place to place …. where I want to, when I want to… I can go see my parents.  I can leave town to go shopping.  I do what I want.  I do what I need to.  I can help others by doing the same… going where is needed.  My car is in good shape, it’s pretty fuel efficient, and being a hatchback, it has phenomenal trunk space when the back seats are folded down.

Perspective Shift:  As much as other peoples’ bad driving habits drive me crazy sometimes, as I’m sure my bad habits drive others crazy…. As much as that is true… I am so thankful that I have a car, that I’m able to drive, and that I can do so freely.

The end.

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Placebo Effect: Daily Post.


Yesterday’s WordPress Post-a-day challenge was about Conflict.  I wrote mine from the point of view of an elementary school teacher who happens to teach pretty young kids.  It’s hard not to use my kidlets as a filter to think and write about things, so today’s post will be similar.

The Placebo Effect.  I see it in full force DAILY.  You may think I’m exaggerating, but I’m not.

If you have young kids, you’ll know quite well how much a band-aid and an ice pack can cure.  This was my first thought when I read the word ‘placebo’ in my prompt email this morning.  The number of times I’m asked daily for a band-aid for a week old scrape, just because it hurts… or for an ice pack for a scrape….

My first couple of years teaching, I spent an inordinate amount of time arguing that band-aids aren’t necessary when there isn’t blood, and that ice isn’t necessary when there isn’t swelling…. well, I folded this year when I switched to primary.  I now hand out ice when they ask, because, you know what?  Placebos work.  When the kids feel better, we all feel better, so they can have their ice and band-aids if it makes them stop crying.  By the time they’re a little older, I start to explain the purpose of band-aids and ice, but not when they’re super little.  The littles don’t get it.

So, if I could create a painless, inexpensive cure that would take care of a single ailment… hmmm… what would I ‘cure?’

My first thought is stupidity.  Can we please come up with a cure for stupidity?  I’m not sure if that qualifies as an ailment, but I’d love to cure it.  That, or bad driving?

I don’t know.

The obvious answers are things like cancer, ALS, stroke, heart disease, Alzheimer’s, MS, Cerebral Palsy …. and the list goes on and on and on…

But that’s not very creative, now is it?

Unfortunately… I googled “cure for stupidity”…… and I have some bad, terrible news.

I found more of the following adages than I did cures:

  • Duct tape can’t cure stupid.
  • Your diagnosis is stupid; I’m afraid there is no cure.
  • **Breaking News:  Common Sense is now an endangered species.  Stupidity has taken over the world, and unfortunately there is no known cure.**