600 miles later

I determined today that I don't think enough. Not that I don't think before I act or speak, but that when I'm alone not doing anything I don't think about things. So I tried to think more, but I don't know if I liked all that active thinking. I'm definitely not cut out to be a philosopher, or an interesting person for that matter. So while I was driving from California to Utah today I was trying to pay attention to what I was thinking with some disturbing results. I was trying to think of what could make my drive through the Nevada desert more interesting when I thought that if I could talk to all the other people driving on the road I might not want to drive my car off the side of the road or turn the car around and give up. But, what would we talk about?

i always want to know where everyone else on the freeway is going. I would ask them where they are going. I would ask them why they were going there and if they were excited to go or not. I would ask them if there was anyone waiting for them. I would ask them what they think about while driving. I would ask them why they bought their car, and why that particular color. I would ask the how they can drive so fast without feeling paranoid about getting a ticket. All of these thoughts and ideas were at the beginning of my drive, by the eighth or ninth hour of my solo drive all I could think was that my butt hurt how much I hate those signs telling you how many miles till you get to your destination. There are always way more miles on there than you think you can bear. I also realized that in my mind semi trucks on the freeway are large animals that you have no control over. They do what they want and I just accept it as unchangeable movement of the universe. Im my mind they are like giant cows.