is it bad that i take such joy in consuming finite fossil fuel resources and polluting the atmosphere? what is it with cars and why do i love them so? i have a ten minute drive to work and i only wish it were longer, because it feels so good. and if the music is particularly stirring, as in this morning with the melissa etheridge, and me singing along, with feeling, it can really improve my outlook, not an easy thing to do before, say, noon. i’m sure there’s some lovely deep-breathing benefit to belting out a passionate song, something that raises energy levels. it’s bliss, yes it is.
and yeah, i look funny doing this, really, i do. and i used to care, but i’m past that — whatever anyone (including the coworker who gave me the strange look as i pulled up in the parking lot) thinks is no concern of mine.
i wonder when i stopped worrying about people thinking i’m weird, and started deliberately making sure they had no doubts about it.
this is the best part of the aging process, the eccentricity that comes so naturally. very freeing.