"when you don't know where you're going"

[from No one belongs here more than you. 'Making Love In 2003' © 2007 by Miranda July, p110-111:]

---It doesn't really feel like driving when you don't know where you're going. There should be an option on the car for driving in place, like treading water. Or at least a light that shines between the brake lights that you can turn on to indicate that you have no destination. I felt like I was fooling the other drivers and I just wanted to come clean. But the more I drove, the more I felt like I had somewhere to go. I was making difficult left turns that no one would ever do unless they had to. Sometimes I would make left turns all the way around a block, and when I returned to the original intersection, I would feel disappointed to find all the drivers were new. It wasn't like a square dance, where you miraculously end up with your original partner, laughing and feeling giddily relieved to find him after dancing with everyone else in the world. Instead, they swung around and kept on going, some people were at work by now, or halfway to the airport. In fact, driving might be the most opposite of dancing. I wondered if I would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself, now that I had finished my book . . . .

[The stories in No one belongs here more than you. are some of the best ever.  Miranda July is a goddess.  Even though i really don't like even driving in automobiles (much less driving them myself), the driving metaphor is brilliant here; and i really like the idea of having 'no destination' (in life).  Heh, i just wish i had finished another book.

Enjoy yourselves, peeps. Ciao!]