Thursday, March 16, 2006

Four-way stop

I'm driving home and I come to a four way stop. I sit there and check all directions. The plan was to go straight, but when I looked right, I almost wanted to go right. Something was pulling on me to go right. Everytime I get to that stop, something tells me to go right, but it's unfamiliar. The buildings look funny; the people are dressed funny; the cars are expensive. I decide not to go that way, but can't shake the feeling that is telling me to turn off. I look left and I want to go that way. I really want to go left. I can see it. The buildings look weird, but the people over there look like me. I think they think like me, too. I think I should go left. I think left is for me. Then I remember that I was driving straight and I know how to get where I am going if I go straight. I don't know where turning left or right will lead me, but I know exactly where straight will take me. It takes me to familiarity. It takes me to contentment. I takes me to a place where I know there aren't too many problems. I decide to go straight, but when I get ready to press the gas, my foot won't move off the brake. I've been sitting at the four way stop for about 7 months, just sitting, trying to decide which way to go.
Posted by Nik :: 3/16/2006 :: 2 Comments:

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