Gridlock

January 30th 2019

Today I spent three of my fifteen waking hours stuck in gridlock traffic. One-fifth of my daily consciousness was occupied by traffic jams. Extrapolating that up to a work-week figure makes it fifteen waking hours a week.

Assuming I’m awake for fifteen hours a day, that means that one entire day’s worth of consciousness per week is spent in traffic. That’s fifty odd days a year.

That’s a lot in a lifetime. That’s a lot of traffic. I’m so fucking bored of traffic. I shoot myself in the clutch-pressing foot with it, too. Because if I could get out of bed at 7am I’d cut 50% off that traffic-time in the morning alone. But I don’t. I wake up at 7 and get out of bed at 7:40 and that means it takes over an hour to get to work instead of the forty minutes it should take.

Today it took two hours because some bellend in an over-filled articulated lorry got stuck driving up an incline that he was too over-filled and too articulated to climb. It’s a 12-degree gradient and the roads were icy from last night’s frost. Take the scenic route you fucking idiot.

Can you tell it put me in a bad mood? For all of the day. And all of the journey home. And still now.

It’s too much. It’s too much traffic.

Because I get up late, it means there is more traffic, which means I get into work late, which means I leave work late, which means there is more traffic, which means I get home late, and because I get home late, it makes me want to stay up late so that I at least have some evening left, and because I stay up late it means I get up late, and because I get up late, it means there is more traffic, which means I get into work late, which means I leave work late, which means there is more traffic, which means I get home late, and because I get home late, it makes me want to stay up late so that I at least have some evening left, and because I stay up late it means I get up late, and because I get up late, it means there is more traffic, which means I get into work late, which means I leave work late, which means there is more traffic, which means I get home late, and because I get home late, it makes me want to stay up late so that I at least have some evening left, and because I stay up late it means I get up late, and because I get up late, it means there is more traffic, which means I get into work late, which means I leave work late, which means there is more traffic, which means I get home late, and because I get home late, it makes me want to stay up late so that I at least have some evening left, and because I stay up late it means I get up late, and because I get up late, it means there is more traffic, which means I get into work late, which means I leave work late, which means there is more traffic, which means I get home late, and because I get home late, it makes me want to stay up late so that I at least have some evening left, and because I stay up late it means I get up late.

And then it is Saturday.

And then it is Sunday.

Until tomorrow, and then it happens again.

Jacn

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