Morning traffic. Already running late. Story of my life.
But it was on this particular morning when I was sitting at a stop sign waiting to turn that I was actually able to dig into the hazy recesses of my mind, not yet responding to the caffeine I had been feeding it, to consider this idea: that the way we drive our cars might be very similar to the way we shift our way through life.
I once took a dream analysis class back when I was starting to learn more about metaphysics-ey stuff. One thing I remember is that in dreams cars are thought to symbolize our bodies or our person. I suppose I can see how that could be; our bodies are also what transport us through this world.
While I was scoping out the scene on my morning commute, wanting to turn right but not get hit by the car/person in front of me, I noticed it looked like they were preparing to turn left because their wheels were turned that direction and they were positioned to do so. But I also observed that their right blinker was on. Well, which one is it, buster? The other driver was sending two conflicting messages: with their blinker they were telling me that they were going right, opposite of me; with their body language I thought they might try to turn directly in my path by going left. Both things can’t be true. But so as to avoid any damage, harm, and further delay, I assumed for a moment that either one could be true.
And so it is that my life seems to sometimes go, hearing what a person says, seeing what they do, finding myself on the defense because I know both can’t be true. Too much contradiction. Too little sincerity. Too much ego and not enough humility. But back to that 4-way stop…
They turned right. Then I turned right. And we both went on with our lives.