The Why? List

The Art of Holding It In

Never does one have so much focus and determination in their life than when they are are holding it in. When you gotta go, nothing else matters, and nothing gets in your way. Your adrenaline is pumping. Your eyes are bulging. Beads of sweat run down your neck which just makes matters worse. Every one your senses is on edge; colors look brighter, noises seem louder, things smell worse…

…and your friend isn’t even going to fucking pull over.

But then, it happens. You reach your destination. You reach the end of your long and arduous journey because you held it in like a boss and didn’t even use the nearby empty Gatorade bottle.

And then you open the restroom door, which may as well be the Pearly Gates themselves because once you go into the stall and then let it all out, you suddenly discover what it means to be alive. The end all, be all of human existence. Anyone who has said ignorance is bliss has never learned the Art of Holding It. This is it folks. The very meaning of life itself.

The Sound of a Train Horn in the Distance

I don’t know about you, but for me there is something undeniably comforting about hearing a train horn off in the distance. This is especially the case during the nighttime and sometimes it’ll actually help me fall asleep. I used to go on vacation to upstate New York about every year when I was younger and since it was in the quiet country, chances are I would hear one of these about every night. I don’t think I’m the only one who enjoys this either because I’ve noticed a couple of movies that have picked up on using this ambient noise. So, personally, it just brings back memories of a more simpler and peaceful time. And today it just makes me think about what’s to come.

Now I fall asleep to the soothing sounds of morons driving over the rumble strips merging onto the highway exit:

VVVRRRRRRR-…VVVVRRRR-…vvvvrrrr-……vvvrr-….