We are a funny species. How did we get to be the supreme beings of Earth’s food chain and how long do we expect to be in first place, the way we’re acting?
Booze and drugs have accounted for most of the craziness — not to mention insanity, a noble defense for parents of teenagers — but I think we teeter closer to the edge than ever before. And we don’t need much of a push to get us over the edge.
We’re packed like sardines into these cookie-cutter communities surrounding the city, thanks to idiot politicians and deep-pocketed greedy developers who somehow convinced the aforementioned idiot politicians that building high-density residential communities, producing a few hundred thousand cars on the already taxed infrastructure, was a good idea.
The drive to Atlanta from Gainesville now takes roughly three months. Driving through Dunwoody or Sandy Springs is like driving through Marietta or Douglasville. Strip malls and subdivisions and streets filled with cars with people who have that thousand-yard stare, sitting at yet another traffic light, only to drive a hundred yards to the next traffic light.
Everyone is going everywhere at the same time. It is the rat race we said we’d never be a part of — well, I said it once before taking into account that you needed money to survive. Now I’m just one of the rats chasing the cheese.
Living life in line
Normally I hit my lowest point of the week on Wednesdays during the lunch hour. All of the parking places are taken and, regardless of where you’re going, someone is there ahead of you.
The line to make a left turn is long so you know you’re going to get screwed on the red light and, sure enough, you’re the lucky guy who gets the red light. Everyone made it but you — including the dumb jerk who wasn’t watching the light and wasted five seconds looking at his Droid trying to figure out how to kill those pigs on his Angry Birds game.
See how bad this has gotten? I’m griping about a lousy five seconds! It’s a sick game of musical chairs, only with disgruntled adults.
Well, I’m as sick of it as you are. And if you aren’t as sick of it as I am, then you’re in a coma because how could anyone be driving in the metro area saying to themselves, “What a great day for a traffic jam?”
Savor the weekend
As the old man of winter fades away with a few parting shots of cold, around the corner comes the spring and then summer. Spring is a love/hate relationship, unless you’re into sinus trouble and mucus. Pollen is the last miserable headache thrown at us before we catch a break.
Post-pollen spring weather in Georgia is good. Dogwoods bloom and the temperatures rise and we get all fired up about the weekend.
We should embrace the weekend. It is our sanity from the idiocy of life. Plan something. Don’t get up on Saturday and sit on the recliner Get up and get out! If the weather is nice enough to allow it, go!
It doesn’t matter what you do. Count the hours, not the days. Take in a game of lawn darts at the Moose Lodge or drive up in the mountains to take in the beauty of Mother Nature and the occasional old fat guys in leather on their Harleys.
Just get out of the house and get in some me-time, away from town. It will do you good.
Now, let’s hope it doesn’t rain.