I love summertime, which makes it disappointing to realize we’re finishing up the third week of July already. Bummer. I have a long “to do” list of summertime projects which I haven’t even started – I haven’t even finished my “to do” list. Procrastination is an awful habit and I, for one, am tired of time passing by with little to show for it. I’m going to seize every moment, take the bull by the horns. I’m no longer putting off till later what I can get done now… starting tomorrow.
Picture this: It’s been a long day. You’ve been running on full tilt and you’ve finally made it to the drive home – the final stretch – when you get stuck at a red light. You wait for it to turn green, nonchalantly, your elbow leaning against the window ledge and your head resting on your hand. You casually glance over to the left and see the driver next to you, his head bopping, hands drumming on the steering wheel, shoulders lungeing forward to the beat of… whatever he’s singing along with inside is own little refuge, and at that moment, he’s oblivious that you can see right through his windows.
Few things are as entertaining as catching someone singing in their car (and thank you, man in the blue Volkswagon. You made my day). I have to say, if there’s one place on the face of the earth where everyone feels comfortable singing – myself included – it’s when they’re alone behind the wheel. Personally, I think I’m a pretty good vocalist, Sinatra level even (at least until I turn the radio down. After that, the neighborhood dogs go nuts). And really, who hasn’t been in the drivers seat late at night, rocking out to something like Bonnie Tyler’s “Total Eclipse of the Heart?”
“And I need you now tonight; and I need you more than ever; and if you only hold me tight; we’ll be holding on forever…”
On a completely separate note, have you ever wondered why people can such jerks? Supposedly, there’s some neurological science to it. A new study out of Switzerland suggests that there’s a link between the gray matter of one’s brain and their… um… less than pleasant demeanor. That’s not to say there isn’t some social issues in that mix as well, so before people start lining up for disability just because they’re a butt head, hopefully they keep in mind that (jerkishness?) is a controllable attitude.