I Miss Certain Things

Since I acquired my drivers license about 18 years ago, one of my favorite past times has been to go for a nice nighttime drive.

Whether it was my boat of an Oldsmobile, or my zippy little Pontiac Sunfire, I always enjoyed driving around aimlessly at night. There is something peaceful about heading out around, say, 11pm and just driving for a while.

It always served me well, allowing me to clear my head and gather my thoughts. I've had bouts of inspiration for song lyrics and blog posts; come up with central theses for papers during the end of my academic career; reviewed personal decisions in my life, among other things.

But now...I don't feel like I can do that.

There's too much risk.

And I am saddened and angry that it has come to that.

It seems silly on some level to be lamenting something like that. And some of the things I fear could even happen in broad daylight; the time of day is, quite possibly, irrelevant.

But I don't feel safe engaging in such an activity in this day and age. I just try and drive from Point A to Point B as fast (while respecting the speed limit) as possible and call it a day.

I have too much at stake personally to risk otherwise.