You know those dreams where you know you've forgotten something only to find out that what you're missing are your pants? It's a shameful, embarrassing thing, right?Today, I forgot my GPS.
I felt like I couldn't remember how to drive. Seriously.
On my way home, I started to give myself directions like, "In 500 feet, turn right, if possible."
So interweb, if anyone out there is listening anymore, I have effectively dumbed myself down to the point and as evidenced by my inability to drive well without a machine telling me what to do.
Is this what our first parents felt like in the garden? Disoriented by their own nudity? Thrown off by trying to find their path through life without the clear directions that emanate from just under their rear view mirror?
This is another reason why I love the city. At least here, things are on a grid (like a waffle).
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