I don’t have a GPS and of all the technology items that I’m missing, it ranks pretty low on my priority list. Perhaps this is because I am a human GPS already. I’m not discounting their usefulness when you’re in completely foreign territory or moderately unfamiliar dizzying suburban sprawl (I mean, left at the big oak tree? When the road splits you want to head toward the somewhat decrepit looking house with a trampoline covered in pine needles--not the dirty vinyl-sided house with a trampoline somewhat covered in pine needles? Winding roads densely lined with trees are my sense of direction’s complete undoing. I’m useless here.)
But I use the GPS analogy not because my brain is an ever-expanding index of short cuts, but because as a nominee for Most Impatient Human Being in America, the sight of a traffic jam--oh hell, the mere suggestion or implication of a traffic jam--and I immediately start “re-calculating” my route. This requires a great deal of exploring and seeking out new routes (ideally, scouted out ahead of time but don’t think my irrational hatred of waiting hasn’t led me to get horribly lost or down a few [dozen] dead ends in search of relief from the unbearable state of moving too slowly).
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