i need more rage

June 4, 2008

You know how you have a certain way you always get somewhere, but sometimes (okay, pretty much always) there are multiple ways to get there, and sometimes you take one way, and sometimes you take one of the other ways?

When I drop the Suncrest hill on the south side, at the bottom, the road down from Suncrest (Suncrest Blvd) Ts into highway 92. If I’m going west, of course, I just go to the T and take a right.

But if I need to go east, to the grocery store, or to pick up kids at the Highland junior high school, or something like that, I can either go to the T and take a left, or take a left about half a mile earlier, on Westfield Dr., go east for a half mile to 6400 West, take a right, and hit highway 92 where there’s a stoplight. There’s no stoplight at the bottom of Suncrest Blvd.

There are other instances of this little scenario. Like Fashion Place mall in Murray, you can exit the parking lot on the south side and take a left where there’s no light to get to the freeway, or you can drive all the way through the parking lot to the east side, to where there’s a right turn, and a then a light, to get to the freeway.

So here’s the question–are we defined by this choice?

I take the way that leads me to the stoplight 9 out of 10 times, because even though I’ll probably have to wait at the stoplight for a minute or two, I’m guaranteed not having to fight the TRAFFIC, just wait for the light.

But I’d say that 5 out of 10 times, going the way without the light is faster, cuz there’s no traffic light, and sometimes fewer turns. But the other 5 times out of 10, it’s really frustrating, because making that left onto a crowded street (and both are pretty crowded) is hard, and maybe there’s someone with no balls in front of you who just can’t make the turn, and after a few minutes of waiting, finally makes a right, then a u-turn instead, or because I’M the one without the balls, and can’t make the left.

But half the time, you save a minute or two. But your destiny is in YOUR hands.

To sum up, if you go the way of NO traffic light, half the time you save time, half you get frustrated. If you go the way WITH the traffic light, it’s almost always slower, but you are guaranteed no stress, because you know the light will definitely get you through without you having to make some kind of Die Hard left turn.

I think going the traffic light way makes me a wuss. And I guess I’m okay with that. But I’m kind of bothered that I’m okay with that. I think the me from twenty years ago would have ALWAYS gone the other way. And now I go the hard way maybe 1 in 10 times.

I need to read more Dylan Thomas. Do NOT go gentle into that good night. Rage! Rage against the wussy traffic light.

15 Responses to “i need more rage”

  1. KanyonKris Says:

    Choosing a driving route is an inconsequential game. Sometimes you guess right, sometimes not. If it weren’t for these games the #1 cause of death would be boredom. Why do we do anything? It’s a slippery slope, do you really want to go there?

    And rage gets us what? The ultimate expression of rage is war (ok, maybe anarchy), and these are good? Don’t think of yourself as a wuss, how about “peacemaker” or “kind” or “considerate”? Feel better?

    If not, maybe you need an outlet. Take up yoga. Or ultimate fighting.

  2. dug Says:

    KK, um, what?

  3. Bob Says:

    I would take the wussy traffic light every time. I like to drive in the flow without having to make decisions so that I can think about something other than driving, like yoga or ultimate fighting.

  4. RoadRage Says:

    While I can’t comment on not being an angry driver, I’d be very interested in hearing your thoughts and musings on choosing a line at the supermarket…I always choose poorly. But now I’m concerned that it’s yet another sign of my advancing age that makes me resigned rather than enraged.

    BTW, have you hired a punctuation/capitalization specialist for your blog??

  5. dug Says:

    kk, are you saying you meant what bob said? really?

  6. KanyonKris Says:

    Not exactly. Whether Bob is serious about his comment or not, I think it’s valid. Why not just pick a route and not ever think about it again? It frees the mind to think about other things than wondering if he took the “right” route. But maybe you like the route choosing game. Nothing wrong with that.

    I’ll admit I think about things like driving routes. I’m hopelessly anal and concerned with optimization and efficiency. But I seem to mellow out a bit more each year. I have to admit, in the grand scheme of things it just doesn’t matter.

    But your angst seems to be with your leaning toward the safer, easier route in contrast to the younger dug who would go the fast route every time no matter the danger. So you miss some of that youthful boldness. But looking back don’t you wonder how you’ve lived this long? I do. I did some stupid and dangerous things as a youth. So with a wife and kids on the line should I go back to those reckless days even though I now know better? I still do, on occasion, but I don’t make a habit of it. This works for me.

    So is this post a flare up or something you think about a lot? Do you miss the bold dug a lot or just now and then? If it’s just a flare up, it sound pretty normal male to me. If it’s a yearning, well, I’ll cheer you on from outside the ultimate fighting cage.

  7. evilreview Says:

    this is an experimental comment addressed to kk to see if he will reply to every single comment addressed to him.

  8. BotchedExperiment Says:

    20 years ago you would have been cutting through gas station parking lots instead of making a right turn at the light; blowing through stop signs and stop lights whenever you didn’t feel like stopping; and looking for places where you could jump your car.

    Also, you would have been making $3.35/hour working at McDonalds and wondering why your balls hurt so bad when you make out with your girlfriend.

    I’ll trade the light-officiated route of blue balls.

    As you’ve discussed here before, one place where rage can not be substituted is going fast on a bike. Whether it’s downhill for 4 minutes or maximum XC speed for 2 hours. If you don’t hate yourself and/or are really made at the world, you just can’t go fast.

  9. BotchedExperiment Says:

    I’ll trade the light-officiated traffic route OVER blue balls.

  10. bikemike Says:

    rage against the machine

  11. MoCougFan Says:

    Take the light and relax

  12. no-man Says:

    Sonnet VII
    John Milton

    ON HIS BEING ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF 23

    HOW soon hath time, the subtle thief of youth,
    Stolen on his wing my three and twentieth year!
    My hasting days fly on with full career,
    But my late spring no bud or blossom sheweth.
    Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
    That I to manhood am arrived so near,
    And inward ripeness doth much less appear
    That some more timely happy spirits indueth.
    Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
    It shall be still in strictest measure even
    To that same lot however mean or high,
    Toward which time leads me and the will of heaven.
    All is, if I have grace to use it so,
    As ever in my great taskmaster’s eye.

  13. Rick S. Says:

    Dug- Do you also find yourself parking way the hell away in parking lots too? My Dad used to do that (like in Vacation the movie). Drove me mad. But now I do the same.

    We are getting old. some of us older than others.

  14. Rob Says:

    There are two things that affect my choice of gas statinos. First, how is the mix. Second, do I have to turn left to get out.

    Did you have a similar dilema turning left at the Purple Turtle. That T gives me anxiety.


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