When I got a new car, I insisted on getting the built-in navigation system because I don’t like the ones that are installed above the dashboard. I wanted something that was easy to deal with, that would be streamlined with the dashboard of the car, that I could control with a sleek mouse (!) located just below the stick shift to the car, so that now there is virtually no time I spend where there is not a personal computer of some kind within my easy grasp.
Little did I know that the navigation system would turn into a daily reminder of the Sisyphean nature of my existence. You see, for some reason, this navigation system places a dot on the map every time you drive down a block.
Or stop somewhere.
It’s kind of like having another entity in the car with you.
Sorta human, but . . . not.
More than that, though, is this feeling of wow, my life is really repetitive, isn’t it?
But I think I read somewhere that the joy is in the journey.
I might be doing it wrong.