Sunday, 16 July 2006

Driving Ms Hopkins

Once upon a time back in those pre-March days when I was still working for Ipex we used to have our regular mid week driving routine.
I would drive Jo to the train station, drive to work, drive home back from work, and do a bit of an excursion to the train station when Jo finally got back home.
Weekends would be different: We would both go together in the car to some exciting destination and get all excited about it.

When I moved to my new job, things have changed. We would both go to the train station in the car together, and we would both return together in the car from the train station come evening time.
Weekends would be pretty similar: We would both go together in the car to some exciting destination and get all excited about it.

The funny thing is the exception handling.
When, after about a month at my new work, my brother gave me his city parking pass and we took the car together all the way to work, it felt like we were both going together to some exciting destination, simply because if we're both in the car and we're not going to the train station then by habit's definition it must mean that we're going somewhere exciting.
And when, for some reason or another, I get to drive the car on my own now, it really feels strange. While in the past most of my midweek car sessions would be together with me myself and I, nowadays it's very rare to be in the company of yours truly alone; it feels as if there's something wrong.

Habits and perceptions are a weird thing. If you extrapolate on my private driving experiences, you could all of a sudden understand why, for example, most people tend to become fools for religion: it's just a force of habit, and any changes would feel weird enough to detract confidence.

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