A North Hare

Aaron Horeth in writing!

Snowstorm — March 3, 2015


Driving in snowstorm,
Trying not to slide off road.
I need a shower.

Tailgatin’ Is Hatin’ —

Tailgatin’ Is Hatin’

Why are you driving so close behind me?

The speed limit is 30 here, give me some space.
Why are you driving so close, don’t you know it’s dangerous?

Now the speed limit is 20, we’re in a school zone.
And yet, you’re still driving close, even closer now.
Hasn’t anyone told you that’s dangerous?

What if I have to stop suddenly?
What if there’s a kid crossing the street in the school zone?
Don’t you think that’s the reason for the slower speed?
Don’t you understand it’s dangerous?

Speed limits are put in place for a reason.
A limit is something you don’t exceed.
You’re not above the law so don’t be above the speed limit.
Slow down, you’re not getting anywhere faster.
Slow down, you’re not that important.

If you hit me, it will be your fault.
If you hit me, we’ll have to fill out tons of paperwork.
If you hit me, the insurance companies will get to stuff their greedy pockets.
Is it really worth the risk and paperwork to drive so close?
Is it really worth it to drive so recklessly?
You’re endangering me and your environment.

— “Tailgatin’ is Hatin’!” (A North Hare) —

Driving, whether I like it or not… — November 25, 2014

Driving, whether I like it or not…

I drive almost every day, I think most adults drive almost every day. And I hate it every day as well. It’s scary! It doesn’t matter where I’m driving, it could be a dirt road and I would still hate it!

I’d like to move closer to work someday. I can’t right now, I don’t like the city I work in. So, by making this choice to live farther away from work, I am forced to drive.

I think the thing I dislike most about driving is all of the rage. I get angry drivers behind me all the time. And that makes me angry as well. I don’t want to be an angry person, I don’t want to subscribe to road rage.

I know it sounds like I am complaining. And I am complaining. I am also using this time and this post to just explain stuff I don’t normally get to explain (people tend not to want to hear that I am against the right on red policy).

It’s really stressful, add snow/heavy rain to that. Or school buses, and people tailgating and it’s just too much for me! I don’t agree with some of the traffic laws either. Like right on red. I feel that it makes me lazy, I can certainly wait for the light to turn green. I may be in a hurry but that doesn’t mean I need to be allowed to turn right on red. Red means stop, it doesn’t mean stop unless it’s inconvenient for you.

Right on red just supplements the need for instant gratification. No thank you, I will patiently wait for that light to turn green. Sorry angry people behind me! These are my principles and we are all allowed to have principles! I feel it is lazy. Not that I am calling anyone else lazy, I just feel lazy when I turn right on red.

Plus, right on red is not mandatory! You wouldn’t turn right on red if there was oncoming traffic (unless you have a death wish or are looking to participate in insurance fraud).

I don’t like that I get angry at people driving too close behind me because I’m going the speed limit.

I just don’t like driving! It terrifies me!

However, it’s one of those things you just have to do. There are ways around it and I’m slowly migrating towards those methods that lessen my driving. Besides, why drive when you can bike or walk? Those options are much less stressful. Although, I do get people in cars calling me names when I walk. And that’s stressful too. And then, there are other walkers who call me names while I’m walking. In fact, walking can be dangerous (depending on where you are). And, it’s scary to walk, people still look threatening. If not more threatening than when I’m driving.

So, maybe it’s not the driving. Maybe it’s just being out in public, or transporting myself to where I need to go. Maybe I’m stressed because I really don’t want to be where I’m going. I do know that, in my life, I have had problems with being afraid of people so that definitely factors in to my stress. Does all of this really matter in the world? Probably not. But is bothersome enough to write about.

Thank you,

A North Hare