uncensored brain sewage

I’m old enough now to say “I remember when…”, as in, I remember when I used to pay 79 cents for a gallon of gas. Remember that? It was the first year I was driving, the fall of 1996. Then the following summer the price of gas went up to $1.25 and we all whined and cried, “This is outrageous!” Wouldn’t you like to go back in time, stand around at a gas station in the summer of ’97 and laugh at them all?

Okay, now this next thought is going to sound probably both ignorant and naive, but I’m going ahead with it anyway because honesty is just so much fun. Sometimes I wish oil would just hurry up and run out already. So we could stop fighting over it, fretting over the rising price of it. So we could use our brains to come up with something more practical, more efficient. We’re pretty smart, you know, when we have reason to try. Ideally we would come up with a solution before the oil actually ran out. Ideally someone would have been researching and developing such an idea in these past few decades, considering the inevitability of it all, but I think they were busy making SUVs instead.

I know oil runs more than just our cars. Like I said, this is just some uncensored brain sewage.

I’m teaching my husband to drive recently. He is out of the parking lots and on to real roads. He is 27 this fall and never learned in England, so I’m teaching him here. Man is it scary! Let me tell you, teaching someone to drive is a huge act of self-sacrifice.

He’s not terrible though. We’ve had some moments, but overall, he’s not bad.

It’s strange the way an adult approaches learning to drive differently than a teenager. He makes sense of all the rules and procedures; he makes it all logical. He pays attention, asks questions. I don’t remember thinking about it all so much when I was a teenager. You push the gas pedal, steer the wheel, the car goes. If you’re lucky, you don’t hit anything. I was lucky most of the time. But I guess our adult minds don’t want to settle for just luck when it comes to safety. Teenagers could care less about learning how to drive, they just want the freedom of it.

That must be the reason they give us that fat auto insurance discount at 25.

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6 thoughts on “uncensored brain sewage

  1. I have to admit, I’ve had similar feelings. I’m so sick of all the talk about oil prices, and shortages. Why can’t we just start researching alternative fuels?

    I remember standing before the gas pump with $2, and thinking, “Well, that’s enough to get me through the rest of the week.” Now I’m lucky of $20 gets me that far. Ugh.

    I had to teach my husband how to drive a stick-shift. Not quite the same as learning to drive completely, but it was enough of a hair-raising experience! Good luck. I’m sure that Jim is an excellent student.

  2. When cars run on hydrogen, the oil needed to lubricate the wheel bearings will cost $4,587 a quart because of the basics of supply/demand.

    Don’t believe me?

    Go figure out what you’re paying per gallon for printer ink, and get back to me.

    Yikes!

    😉

  3. Ugh, I get so tired of the whole relativity of the price of printer ink vs. gas… white-out vs. gas… anything vs. gas. Let’s face it, cars, businesses, and lives in general don’t revolve around printer ink, white-out or gatorade. Nor are those products deteriorating our environment in the way that oil consumption is.

    So until cars run on printer ink, and my water heater is fueled by white-out cells, I don’t give a pooh how much they cost. We, globally, can live without those little modern marvels, but we ARE dependant on petroleum products.

  4. Hey my names Laura Rae aswell, strange ano . I completely agree with the whole gas situation, im 17 and learning how to drive and it really is scary dont think my mum would be too keen in taking me out though. Maybe it’s the possibility of ruining her new car, who knows! Maybe I should wait until im 25 and the insurance is cheaper lol.

  5. Ok, so I’m assuming you’re in the middle of some incredible work in progress or something. Either that, or the aliens have come to take you home. What else would explain a nearly two month absence?

    Anyway, I’m dying for an update. Hope it’s all good.

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