I’m Really Sick of Driving a Car
A Rant.
I hate driving.
I used to love driving. I would drive everywhere I could.
Sometimes, I would even go for late night drives, blasting music and speeding.
It was great.
But those were my younger years when I didn’t have much responsibility. I had a job at Sams’ Club as a cashier. I was going to school and skateboarding when I wasn’t doing either of these things.
But then I grew up.
I graduated university and moved to New York, where I was in over my head and ended up moving out a year later. I got sick of working jobs that would let me out at 2 or 3 a.m. and then have to take a local subway to Queens from Times Square.
Despite all that chaos, I learned something about myself that I never would have if I stayed put. I learned that I loved being able to walk anywhere.
I know this isn’t that big of a revelation to most people, but to me, it was.
Driving was something I did every single day, and I simply accepted it as a fact of life, that this is how people lived everywhere in the world and that’s that, and anything else was trash.
Boy was I wrong.
The Upsides?
Sure, there are some upsides of driving. One of them is never having to deal with the psychopaths on the train.
Another upside is being able to just leave your house to get to work on time. I am an orderly person and I like to be on-time to places, especially work.
A friend of mine has argued that owning a car gives you freedom. I guess that depends on the person and the situation.
I think owning a car does not give you freedom because you have to pay for that car, upkeep that car, and you are totally dependent on that car to get you pretty much anywhere.
The Bigger Problem
But all of this really just points to a bigger problem that we have here in most American cities that aren’t New York or Boston- the lack of a public transport system, and the lack of a cultural “downtown” in most areas.
