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There was a time when I had a great idea to confess something in my blog every Saturday. I have since come to the realization that a daily schedule is much too impractical for me. But why throw the baby out with the bath water?! Confessions return! (Just at random dates and times).

Why this sudden twinge of conscious? Maybe it’s because I’m reading a memoir (I can’t wait to add my favorite quotes from the book soon!) or maybe its because my friend and neighbor just confessed on her blog.

(Or maybe its just the opposite of what a true confession is, and serves only as a way to vent my annoyances from time to time with the added protection of self-realization therefore I-don’t-need-you-to-point-it-out-because-I-already-know, and-wow- I’m bold enough to act like I don’t care what you think, while retaining a slightly self-conscious feeling I can’t quite get rid of about the whole thing, hence this parenthetical addition/disclaimer/explanation - which could very well be just about my own desire to play with the type of odd literary techniques being used repeatedly in the memoir I’m reading.)

Laughing yet? Unsure what to make of this?

I judge drivers (but in a VERY hate the sin, not the sinner kinda way- this is SO not personal):

• I judge drivers who charge up their vehicles to go less than a mile away.
• I judge drivers who wait in line at a drive-through.
• I judge drivers who assume that our situation of carless-ness is not truly by choice, and that I am somehow wanting sympathy for my mode’s of transportation.
• I judge drivers who assume I am secretly hoping for the offer of a ride in a cramped car as opposed to bus/bike/walk alternative.
• I judge driver’s who think 5,000 dollars is not a lot to spend on what is essentially a large appliance.
• I judge drivers who pass me by when I am walking a mile in the rain from a Zipcar with my toddler and a carseat.
• I judge drivers who line up at stoplights during rush hour while I watch them from the bus bench- drivers who think it is essential to take up a spot on the road and pollute the world by having ONE PERSON IN A VEHICLE BUILT FOR 5-7 rather than carpooling or some other alternative.
• I judge driver’s who think I want to take pity on them for not having as many options as I do, as if they really, really would use them if they lived in a place that offered them.
• I judge drivers who assume that I am judging them, because how dare they think I am so pridefully judgmental?

Forgive me?

This entry was posted on Thursday, February 21st, 2008 at 4:09 pm and is filed under Green Living