I'm at a stoplight and it's blocked. I can't see if it's red or green, the truck in front of me is blocking the light. But it keeps going. So I keep going.
Of course, it might be different for me than for this other vehicle. When it goes, the light might be green. By the time I get there it could be yellow or red.
But I go anyway.
I am compelled to keep accelerating forward. I don't even hesitate.
What gives me the trust in this person? What makes me follow their actions? I don't really know them.
Sure, we've been close. Our vehicles have been really close. But these vehicles aren't really us.
The people we actually are, are just residing inside these vehicles that take us through life.
I think you're this person for me. Our vehicles know each other really well. But it's so hollow because maybe the real people inside these vehicles have never met. They've constantly spoken, through the windows. But they've never been able to open the doors and step out, being completely trusting of each other. That would probably be too dangerous, and there's this nagging fear against doing that. And for good reason, because
We're constantly causing each other to run red lights.
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THIS MAKES SO MUCH SENSE TO ME. literally.
ReplyDeletethanksmannn! I'm glad it makes sense to someone because I was a little embarrassed and considering deleting it.
ReplyDeletedon't you dare delete this! i rather likes it!
ReplyDeleteloved the metaphor.
ReplyDeleteps i'm admitting to you and you only that i kind of miss traditions.
Here's the thing, I told myself I would never do it again but lately I have found myself being sad about that (and don't you dare tell anyone this either).
ReplyDeleteThe only explanation I can come up with to explain these thoughts we're having is that we're both insane.