Do other people ever get as bored as I sometimes get when I am driving in my car? Earlier today I invented a game where I tried to sing energetic songs, REALLY loudly at the cows that I was driving past. I was hoping one of them would "moo" at me... They didn't. It was just me and my really loud music and absolutely no one to give feedback (maybe a good thing).Feedback would inhibit my ability to assume these cows are what I want them to be. Why do I expect the cows to interact with me as I drive past them? What on earth would make me any different from the other fifty cars that speed past them each day?
Have you ever tried to name all of the cows as you drive past them? No? Probably good. I can't remember any of their names anyways. It is probably rude of me to rename these cows I don't know. I saw a horse while I was driving and I named him "Cow". This probably bothered Cow... or not. Cow is a horse. Cow wouldn't know.
Someone once told me that they make up stories about the people they assume live in the houses they pass while they are driving. I decided to do this with Cow and he ended up being a circus conductor with a large purple hat and a thick British accent. Cow and his friend Cat, who is a dog, get tea together every third Tuesday of the month. They discuss their families, politics and business. Cat was very upset when he found out that Cow was voting for Pig, who is a mouse, because Cat assumes that people voting for Pig are bad people. Cow and Cat decided to stay friends despite their differences.
Apparently I sometimes write in stream of consciousness. I try to keep this form of writing away from my Odyssey articles, but I just spent two and a half hours in a car making up stories about a horse named Cow, so we are here now...
I think sometimes I run out of things to say. I get too spacey, tired, stunned or confused and I cannot respond to the things around me. When I am silent, I delight in the way my expectations are not disappointed. I think sometimes I get fed up with being a writer. Who am I to make all these assumptions about what every one wants to read? Who am I to write with any authority about anything? But maybe that is okay. Maybe it is about processing. Maybe it is about the safety of my car from where I observe others and formulate opinions about them. Who am I to be renaming all these cows?
I will just keep staring out my window now... cow... grass... tree... cow... grass... cow... cow... cow... so many Cows.
