BlogMas 2018 Day Thirteen - Implausible

I miss driving. Back home, I used to drive all the time. It's a fairly simple thing. To operate a machine that has been simplified enough for your comfort. But, my God, the independence it lends you. And that's the funny part. I'm still depending on something to feel independent. The day I got my license, I could be anywhere, for howsoever long I wanted. Even through late nights and juries, the sheer joy of driving back home is still incomparable. It was always me-time. No phones (which would, of course, be the smart thing to do), good music and the occasional display of fingers.

Taking longer routes. Impromptu abduction of my friends. These are all very trivial things. And oftentimes, while talking to my friends, I realise that that's all everyone ever talks about. The puny stuff that most days makes no sense existing. Which is plain atomic in front of that days almost all of us have everyday. But it's these puny things filling in the everyday gaps. Exactly the kind when you're home after a long day, sitting on the couch, thinking nothing, staring into nothing, before you have to get up, think about dinner and do the drill all over again. It's those few tiny moments with yourself. Besides, I only always want to drink coffee.

Until then.

Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

A.