we don't need no thought control

when it routinely takes 45 minutes to get home from work, it's amazing the types of things that cross your mind.

from the mundane...

what am i having for breakfast tomorrow?

to the sublime...

i think we should scrap money and go back to the barter system.

to the just plain stupid.

the only people who don't like kissing are people with no lips.

weekdays are the anti-snowflakes. on the surface, they pretend to be different. offering new superficial beginnings. presenting myriad challenges of varying degrees of difficulty. then finishing with either mild rewards or disappointments commensurate to how those challenges were met.

but after further review...it's really the same pattern played out in a cosmic loop. sure, we wear different clothes, make different plans, find different diversions. even still it all remains oddly the same. the rats may take a different path through the maze, but it's no less of a race than it was the day before.

inevitably i get tired of running. those are the days i just want to drive away. not tell anyone where i'm going. drive until i run out of gas. until i don't recognize the street signs and until my favorite radio station doesn't come in anymore.

usually about that time, something great happens. my mind shuts off. it's amazing what you think about when you have nothing to think about. and it's so much better than thinking about what you think you should think about.

so i've learned to embrace the commute (sometimes). take it for what it's worth. those few moments to myself when i don't have to be myself. hell, i'm not getting out of the maze anytime soon. might as well learn to enjoy it.