Road Trippin

Road Trippin”

What is it about the road trip that gets me?  It’s not about getting away, although that’s a good thing.  It’s not about discovering something new; I know that others have been there before me.  

What its really about, for me, is seeing something new.  Sometimes all it takes is just a different route home, or spotting something that I’ve never noticed before.  But in the bad times the only option is a road trip, a real, get- out- of- my- head, get- out- of- my- state, get- the- hell- out- of- here road trip.

Sometimes you just gotta go.

I gotta go.

Last time I did this, with no job waiting, but a severance package backing me up, I needed to go.  This time around, with no job waiting, and no severance package, I need it more.  I no longer qualify for “HelpNet”, or any of those other pseudo-helpful psychiatric services – they just want to help you enough to get you back to work.

No, I need a road trip, a trip out of my head, out of my environment, out of all that I’m used to.  I need to be surprised, and amazed, and struck by bliss when I least expect it.  I don’t think I was put on earth so that I could earn income and pay bills and taxes, but I need to see something, a new sign, to show me that there’s a different road.