A lot of time when the urge to blog strikes, it is personal in nature. When it comes to writing in a forum where anyone can read it, the insane part of you that thinks that everyone will read it takes over. Then, you are forced to somehow take your personal issues and convert them into something more worldly. I’m not saying I am doing that now. Well, maybe sort of.
There is one thing I am forced to do every day that I really dislike doing. That thing is driving. I must get to work in the morning and because of the way the DFW area is mapped out I am forced to drive. I could ride a bike the 25 miles to work, but I expect my life expectancy would be severely reduced.
There are places in this area where you can see the grocery store in the distance. But, to get there, you either have to drive or take some kind of insane pill and run across 10 lanes of 60 miles per hour traffic (assuming they obey the posted speed limit).
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