One of man's worst inventions, although a necessary one, is the traffic light. The more trffic lights you have in your city or town, the more congested the streets seem to be. I, above all other stupid and annoying things in this world, hate traffic. Or more precisely, I hate driving in that traffic. No where else do you have such a diverse collection of stupid people behaving as stupid people do with the sole purpose it seems, of screwing up my life.
I cannot even begin to guess as to how many hours I have spent stuck in traffic because of other motorist paying absolutely no attention to what they are doing, or more accurately, paying no attention to what's happening on the road, causing me to miss every green light between where I am and where I'd ultimately like to be.
Not that I would make these lights anyway. I am without a doubt, the unluckiest person in the world when it comes to traffic lights; I miss them all regardless of how many people there may be on the road. It could be three in the morning and I'll still have to stop at every red light.
I don't just drive up on a red light either. No, I can actually see it change right before my eyes as I approach, ensuring the maximum wait time possible.
My ex-husband didn't believe anyone could be that unlucky until he witnessed it for himself a while back (when we were still married). He blamed this phenomenon, however, on the way I drive, which I certainly do not believe for even one moment.
Knowing how he felt about the matter, and thus showing little compassion for my plight, I didn't feel bad at all when he nearly peed all over himself one time because it took me almost an hour to drive the five blocks to get him to a restroom. He really needs to quit drinking so much coffee.
Anyway, traffic lights impede progress, require your undivided attention and consume more energy than would otherwise be consumed if you were just chugging along at a reasonable and consistent pace. Much like life really.
I'm trying to accomplish certain goals and I keep bogging down in the traffic of my life, constantly stopping and starting and not getting anywhere really, expending more energy than is necessary.
My ex is right about these interruptions being the fault of how I'm driving, or more importantly, as the result of the choices I make and on which routes I take in this crazy journey we call life. For some reason, I keep choosing directions that take me through landscapes littered with bumpy and congested roads, slowing my progress to a crawl.
Frustration ensues and any clear direction I may have once had is lost. I honk my horn and shake my fist at the sky, expending more and more energy in a futile attempt to move forward until I finally give up and acknowledge my fate.
I'm not certain how one goes about changing her luck when it comes to traffic lights, but in life, I think that if I were to map out my journey a little more carefully, I could quite possibly avoid the city traffic all together and hit the quicker flowing byways of life towards my ultimate goals and arrive there before I am to old to enjoy it.
I believe I'll try this approach and if I don't have a heart attack or become a victim of road rage in the meantime, maybe, for once in my life I'll enjoy the ride.
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