Just like you imagined
I have this theory that how we drive is a reflection of our true nature, that is, that the act of driving strips away all pretense, exposing our basest selves. I came to this conclusion while driving to class yesterday, and watching the people around me (and in particular, the woman behind me freaking out about me not pulling out in front of a speeding car).
What does this say about me? I am defensive driver – that yells a lot (with the windows closed). How does this translate? My self perception says that I am sort of a shy guy with a propensity for yelling in private. I write on the internet. Do we really need to explore this further?
So what is it about cars that make us feel so invincible? Why do we loose that veneer of civility that we claim to have when we get behind the wheel? Why does it seem that spending 60 plus thousand dollars on a car (or being a teenager) makes you invincible? Stupidity? Arrogance? I suppose.
It makes me laugh a bit that we feel so safe in our cars that we will do things there we would not consider doing in in most other situations. For instance, I would rarely yell at a person face to face the way I yell in the car.
We have sex in cars, we eat in our cars, watch movies, and any number of other actions. Our car is much like our sanctuary, a part of our home that we take with us. Are we ever more honest than when we are at home?
Well, it is either this theory, or I spend too much time in the car.
More in a bit, I need coffee.
What does this say about me? I am defensive driver – that yells a lot (with the windows closed). How does this translate? My self perception says that I am sort of a shy guy with a propensity for yelling in private. I write on the internet. Do we really need to explore this further?
So what is it about cars that make us feel so invincible? Why do we loose that veneer of civility that we claim to have when we get behind the wheel? Why does it seem that spending 60 plus thousand dollars on a car (or being a teenager) makes you invincible? Stupidity? Arrogance? I suppose.
It makes me laugh a bit that we feel so safe in our cars that we will do things there we would not consider doing in in most other situations. For instance, I would rarely yell at a person face to face the way I yell in the car.
We have sex in cars, we eat in our cars, watch movies, and any number of other actions. Our car is much like our sanctuary, a part of our home that we take with us. Are we ever more honest than when we are at home?
Well, it is either this theory, or I spend too much time in the car.
More in a bit, I need coffee.
posted by depressoboy at 11:48 AM
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