10 Things That Happen When You Are Stuck In Traffic On Your Daily Commute

10 Things That Happen When You Are Stuck In Traffic On Your Daily Commute

When you travel two-to-three hours to work, the first hour feels like 5 minutes.

I work a good distance away from my house. It generally takes me between two-to-three hours to get to work every day with traffic. People ask me how I am able to do this and the answer is I have a job, I would drive anywhere for a job. However, I'll be honest, it is hard and exhausting. Many things happen and many thoughts go through your head during and after a big commute. The following occurs during my daily travels:

  1. The First hour you are fine. When you travel two-to-three hours to work, the first hour feels like five minutes. In that hour, you are singing, enjoying the quiet. You're awake. Then the second hour hits, and you become angry, filled with road rage. You start thinking of inventions that will keep your eyelids from closing.
  2. Weather: Your drive can be going absolutely perfect, and then it begins to drizzle. Not even pouring rain, just a slight drizzle and suddenly it is as if all of New York City and Long Island forgot how to drive. You're perfect, faster-than-usual commute has turned into three hours plus. Because, when it is drizzling, people act as if they are about to get hit with knives and slow down.

  3. Radio: In the beginning of your commute, you are enjoying the radio singing along freely. Then you reach the second and third hour of your commute and have heard Justin Beiber on the radio 13 times. Then it is at this time, that silence is better.

  4. Accidents: Sitting in traffic daily turns you into a terrible person. You find yourself approaching an accident and your first thought is no longer, “oh my god those poor people,” it now is, “Are you kidding me?!?! I am never getting home.”

  5. Bladder Problems: You have it down to a perfect science when you should consume anything while driving. You know exactly when to start drinking your coffee so you don’t have to go to the bathroom before you get to work. Then there are those days your scientific plan does not work and you have to pee. However, you find yourself stuck in bumper to bumper traffic so the only logical next thing is to sing to yourself, “Please don’t pee your pants, you are better than this, “to distract yourself from the issue at hand until you get to work. Of course, you find parking blocks away from your job and then you find yourself running like your Usain Bolt into the building.

  6. Phone: You will call anyone in your phone book just to have someone to talk to. It doesn’t matter if you haven’t spoken to them since the third-grade science fair if they are willing to keep you from falling asleep and killing yourself or others they are your new best friend.

  7. Mileage: You refuse to look at the mileage on your car. If someone asks you to tell them how many miles you have, you give them the look of death and tell them to worry about their own life.

  8. After work activities: When people ask you to hang out after work, it is literally thought of as a project. The thought is sickening. No, I do not want to. The thought of driving anywhere other than my apartment is considered my own personal hell. I have been driving for three hours, my limbs are contorted, and my joints feel like I am 95 with arthritis I don’t want to come over and see your new puppy. I want to go home, put Bengay on ligaments, and drink sangria and go to bed to do it all over again.

  9. Never add up the amount of hours you drive: I made this mistake, I drive as many hours a day as I work. So to make myself feel better I now include that as part of my work day. No, I don’t work 7.5 hours a day, I now work 13 hours a day, OK? No don’t question it, and tell me it is not true. You should try doing it, it is not fun. There was one time where my friend flew to Florida and back before I was able to reach work. Don’t think about time limits, save yourself the agony.

  10. Finally, the most obvious is road rage: You start off as this nice quiet individual until you drive six hours a day. Now you do not let anyone get in front of you, you beep, you yell vulgar statements, and you consider violent ways of getting the cars to move out of your way. It is just human nature, it happens.

Moral of the story: OK, you drive a lot, your life sucks, believe me I know. But you have a job; a lot of people do not. Use that as your intrinsic motivation to keep going, I sure as heck am!

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.


So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?



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Visiting A Long-Distance Friend in Edinburgh

It was a short but sweet trip and we packed in lots of fun activities.


I lugged my heavy suitcase off the train onto the busy Edinburgh train station platform. Before I could get my bearings, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around to see my closest and oldest friend, Sasha, with the warmest smile on her face. After a big hug and quick catch up, we braved the bustling tourist streets of Edinburgh in June.

I spent my first week of summer vacation in the United Kingdom. I visited family, met my baby cousin, spent time with my godfather, and enjoyed my favorite city. All in all, it was such a wonderful way to start my summer break. One of the highlights of the trip was going to see my best friend in Edinburgh.

Sasha and I have been friends since we were eight years old. She and I quickly bonded and formed a close friendship that despite the distance, we have maintained for almost 12 years. We don't talk constantly but when we do it is like nothing has changed. I am complete, 100% myself around her and I couldn't ask for a better friend.

Prior to this trip, it had been a little over two years since I'd seen her, which in our opinion was far too long. So knowing I was going to be in the UK for ten days, I scheduled 3 of them to be in Edinburgh with Sash. It was a short but sweet trip and we packed in lots of fun activities.

Day 1.

I arrived on Friday afternoon. We dropped my suitcase at Sasha's apartment, which is a scenic fifteen-minute walk from the station past the infamous Edinburgh castle. Sash then took a walking tour of the city through Princes Street Gardens and the Royal Mile. We stopped for a drink at a pub on the GrassMarket. We talked and talked and caught each other up on the highs and lows of the past two years.

Grace Bellman

There is something about an old friend that makes you feel so comfortable. Sash has been my friend through it all. She didn't walk away when my life didn't look so pretty and she always makes an effort to prioritize our friendship.

Sasha made a healthy vegan potato curry with naan bread for dinner before we set off on a hike up Arthur's Seat. The crazy thing about Edinburgh is that one minute you are walking through a busy city street with buses and cars and tourists and general organized chaos, and the next minute you are walking up an extinct volcano, looking down on the city at sunset. It takes your breath away (from beauty and exhaustion).

Grace Bellman

Day 2.

I forced Sash to be a morning person and started our day relatively early. Our first stop: The National Gallery of Scotland. Neither Sash nor I feel the need to spend too long in museums so we whipped around the exhibits quickly and found a trendy coffee shop to get a pick-me-up. We took our coffees up Calton Hill, a less vigorous but still beautiful walk than Arthur's Seat. I think this may have been my favorite spot of the trip. We attempted (and succeeded) in climbing the National Monument and laughed so hard while trying to take pictures in the classic Scottish windy, slightly damp weather.

All this walking and climbing made us quite hungry so Sasha took the opportunity to show me part of her university. We ate black bean burgers and chips at the Student Union Library Bar before proceeding to hop between thrift stores, book stores, and art galleries for the next few hours.

Later that afternoon, we visited the National Museum of Scotland, which is home to a series of exhibits about animals, music, and technological advances. For someone who is usually not the biggest museum fan, it was fascinating and very enjoyable.

Physically tired but still high in spirit, we discussed what to do with our evening. We spontaneously decided to attend a local comedy show in the basement of a theatre. Both Sash and I hate to be called out in an audience but we muscled through and ended up really enjoying the new experience.

Grace Bellman

Day 3.

My last morning in Edinburgh was wonderful. We, of course, had to check out the famous castle on a hill before stopping at a lovely cafe for some coffee. We then explored the Writer's Museum. It was in a small building that seemed to be a house in its previous life. It had old memorabilia from Robert Burns, Walter Scott, and Robert Louis Stevenson. From photographs to old shoes and even locks of hair, the museum seemed to have covered each of these men's lives in detail.

My final meal in Scotland was definitely indulgent, to say the least. Sasha took me to a new restaurant, Cold Town Beer, with a rooftop view of the castle and a really yummy vegetarian full breakfast. We were both full to the brim with food and with post-meal sugar highs.

Sadly, I only had about half an hour before I had to get to the station so we marched back to her flat, packed my bag, and ended the trip in the way we started: dodging tourists with my heavy bag on the hilly streets of Edinburgh.

It was such a special trip that made me realize how much I am missing by not living closer to one of my closest friends. It was a funny feeling waving goodbye to her from the train knowing it would be at least a year, if not more until I would see her again. But I guess that phrase is really true: "How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard" - A.A.Milne.

Sasha Milne

Sash, thank you for having me and for being a friend through everything. We survived our separation at thirteen, high school, and the first two years of college apart. There is no way we can't get through another year. Have an amazing time studying in Spain and Italy. I'll see you soon.

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