Jack's Life Advice
Aug. 31st, 2010 12:03 pmReally really fucking hot things are REALLY REALLY FUCKING hot.
Aug. 31st, 2010
Liv and Jack's adventure's in Wales
Aug. 31st, 2010 12:11 pmYesterday we went across the border with Wales to Wrexham.
- Walked through absolutely idyllic scenary
- Navigated home without satnav
- Kissed at Offa's Dyke
- Saw a lovely little waterfall
- Saw old iron machinery
When driving back, I was troubled twice.
Firstly, leaving Wrexham, I was driving about 30 on an A-road, looking for any turn-off, when an open-backed small truck came up behind me, very very close, and began repeatedly flashing its headlights. I immediately felt awful as I assumed he had some good reason for being in SUCH a hurry, and presumably not an actual life-threatening one, although you can't tell for sure. It seemed probable that actually he didn't have anything to justify acting dangerously.
However, I was torn, because he obviously wanted me to speed up to 60, (or possibly just turn the wheel and fly off the road through the hedge and out of his way) which the road would normally have been reasonably safe to drive at (although it would make it impossible to turn off, so I'd just have to keep going the wrong way until I found a major road crossing), but I don't think I'd be safe to drive at when panicked.
And I'm reasonably sure the correct thing to do is to slow down carefully so that I'm at least safe, whatever else happens. But I find it hard to deal with thwarting him, even if I think I'm probably in the right, but will never know if he actually had some good reason that was being thwarted. (And deal reasonably badly with being hated by someone even if I know they are wrong, although I obviously try to always do the right thing when I'm fortunate enough to be sure).
Then we entered a small village, where the speed limit drops to 40. And I hated myself even more, because it UTTERLY can't be sensible to drive at 60 through it, it's actually unsafe, even if you DO have a medical emergency, and yet he's obviously equally unhappy to go at 40. And then fortunately there is a side-road I can turn down, and go back to the turning I was looking for.
I always hate myself in those situations, where I (apparently) wrong someone, but still can't see what I'd do differently, because I feel guilty, but with sensible outlet. Now, I'm inclined to think he was simply wrong, but I have to have faith that he was even though I can't know for sure.
(And I tell myself that obviously I'm fortunate in meeting comparatively few people who act like jerks, few enough I can pretend they might not be jerks, when I know many or most people experience so many people acting like jerks it's definitely clear that MOST of them actually ARE, whether or not they all are.)
The second thing weird thing was seeing several road camera signs, with no speed limit visible, and no camera visible. I'm used to traffic cameras at the entrance to villages where the speed limit goes to 30, but I eventually concluded that they were at villages or other hazards to make sure the traffic was going at 60, not 90.
- Walked through absolutely idyllic scenary
- Navigated home without satnav
- Kissed at Offa's Dyke
- Saw a lovely little waterfall
- Saw old iron machinery
When driving back, I was troubled twice.
Firstly, leaving Wrexham, I was driving about 30 on an A-road, looking for any turn-off, when an open-backed small truck came up behind me, very very close, and began repeatedly flashing its headlights. I immediately felt awful as I assumed he had some good reason for being in SUCH a hurry, and presumably not an actual life-threatening one, although you can't tell for sure. It seemed probable that actually he didn't have anything to justify acting dangerously.
However, I was torn, because he obviously wanted me to speed up to 60, (or possibly just turn the wheel and fly off the road through the hedge and out of his way) which the road would normally have been reasonably safe to drive at (although it would make it impossible to turn off, so I'd just have to keep going the wrong way until I found a major road crossing), but I don't think I'd be safe to drive at when panicked.
And I'm reasonably sure the correct thing to do is to slow down carefully so that I'm at least safe, whatever else happens. But I find it hard to deal with thwarting him, even if I think I'm probably in the right, but will never know if he actually had some good reason that was being thwarted. (And deal reasonably badly with being hated by someone even if I know they are wrong, although I obviously try to always do the right thing when I'm fortunate enough to be sure).
Then we entered a small village, where the speed limit drops to 40. And I hated myself even more, because it UTTERLY can't be sensible to drive at 60 through it, it's actually unsafe, even if you DO have a medical emergency, and yet he's obviously equally unhappy to go at 40. And then fortunately there is a side-road I can turn down, and go back to the turning I was looking for.
I always hate myself in those situations, where I (apparently) wrong someone, but still can't see what I'd do differently, because I feel guilty, but with sensible outlet. Now, I'm inclined to think he was simply wrong, but I have to have faith that he was even though I can't know for sure.
(And I tell myself that obviously I'm fortunate in meeting comparatively few people who act like jerks, few enough I can pretend they might not be jerks, when I know many or most people experience so many people acting like jerks it's definitely clear that MOST of them actually ARE, whether or not they all are.)
The second thing weird thing was seeing several road camera signs, with no speed limit visible, and no camera visible. I'm used to traffic cameras at the entrance to villages where the speed limit goes to 30, but I eventually concluded that they were at villages or other hazards to make sure the traffic was going at 60, not 90.