Creative Cogitation

Do you ever find your­self sud­denly swear­ing at some­one who just did some­thing stu­pid while dri­ving down the road?

I am prob­a­bly one of those “idiots” you have been swear­ing at.  I have a muse who takes over my brain at the wrong time, and who occu­pies at least part of my brain most of the time.  I admit that I am not con­cen­trat­ing 100% on dri­ving when I am behind the wheel; I do not even think I am even capa­ble of it.  For this rea­son the most advanced activ­ity I will under­take while dri­ving, is tak­ing a swig off my go cup; all other activ­i­ties, such as chang­ing the radio sta­tion, have to wait until I am stopped at a light or pulled over in a park­ing lot to do it.  When I do some­thing idi­otic behind the wheel, it is never out of mal­ice, just my lack of skill at dri­ving.  Dri­ving is one of those venues where I prob­a­bly score on the low end of the spec­trum of “aver­age.“
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