You can't get there from here
pain is part of life
You can’t get there from here. And no matter what, it’s going to take quite a while. The roads are slow these days. Hell, they’re always slow. We’ve only got two seasons you know. Winter, and construction.
What? Too good for that joke? I don’t blame ya. I should be too but I can’t help myself on account of my incredible self loathing. Yessir. When it comes to self hatred, I’m like a boarder collie on a sheep I tell ya.
Anyways bud, ya need to go around.
Go down that way a piece. Three stoplights maybe. Go around the lake. Once you get t’other side, you’ll see an old parking lot? Things are grown up everywhere there, you’ll hardly see the pavement really. But just up above on the crest of the hill you’ll see the old foundation? Right?
That’s where Lenny’s pizza used to be.
You turn left there.
Make certain sure you turn where Lenny’s used to be.
Don’t take the next left if once ya get past that.
That’ll bring you down past Johnson’s wreckers.
You don’t wanna go there.
His dogs are mean.
He calls them ‘the gelding boys’ on account of where they like to bite folks. They have a particular love of man pee.
Directions used to be so much more fun before smart phones. Getting lost then meeting nodding politely as some oddball spoke quickly in an unfamiliar accent while muttering incomprehensible directions was all part of the charm of travel.
These days, the doubt is essentially gone.
The anxiety of will we get there has been replaced with what happens when I get there?
All of the doubt about arrival is gone.
Now people transfer their doubt to the next essential step: What will they think of me. Given that people don’t get to experience the terror of being lost then recovering en route, it’s no wonder that social anxiety is on the rise.
Imagine repairing something without a youtube video.
Imagine starting to make something not by finding an ‘instructables’ on pinterest, but by going to the library.
Imagine looking for support and soothing from humans directly.
What do you miss about asking for directions?
What was great about not having the information at hand?