In the Backseat on a Long Trip

Back Seat on a Long Trip

Trapped in a small space

Helpless to affect my fate

Beyond not bothering

The person who

Holds my life in her hands

Personal space limited

Knees jamming the seat

In front of me

Discomfort wracked

For the next eight hours

I hate this

4/22/11

Form: free

So, I actually wrote this *last* road trip. I have more room this trip, since I am the only one in the backseat this time. However, I *still* hate not being in control of the vehicle. I very quietly freak the hell out the entire way and just suppress it. The result is, when we finally get to our destination, I am not very rational and can barely function, needing food, rest, and alone time immediately after. 

Sometimes, I wonder if I have gotten good at suppressing and re-directing the freak-outs. I mean, I see the cracks in the veneer, but it seems like those outside of myself don't notice them. 

Maybe they are just being polite.