tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563136033538910586.post5450043018429789139..comments2024-01-02T22:19:02.318+03:00Comments on Paris Ankara Express: On not drivingM and Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09990524219247428724noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563136033538910586.post-29059860252311605112010-04-03T01:06:03.924+03:002010-04-03T01:06:03.924+03:00Fair enough. As it turns out, I have my driver'...Fair enough. As it turns out, I have my driver's license - both in France and the US - and don't want to turn this post into a pissing contest. But I can relate in different areas: for instance, I subconsciously refuse to learn directions to places that I don't like. This is an emotional rebuttal, an obscure reflex of self-preservation, the animal in me that kicks back at the notion of the cage. No matter how easier it would make my life to learn and memorize how to get to the dreaded address, I have to Google it every time and still obstinately try to get lost. On the other hand, I tend to learn fast my way around exciting places, even where I've never been before. Emotional compass, selective memory, survival instinct. Not a question of smarts, or memory. We are capricious beings.<br /><br />And I probably piss a little farther too.Philippenoreply@blogger.com