Raise Your Hand If Your Pick Your Nose While Driving

Humor me on this will you?

We feel safe in our cars, don't we? We are alone in what feels like four walls, but it isn't. We are alone with our thoughts, our judgments and our illusions. We have our music, our things accompanying us out in the world to send a message to the rest of the herd as to what group or category we should be lumped in. We are free to see ourselves the way we want to and to see others however we wish...kind of like a Baptist Preacher. There is no fear of accountability. Anonymous and fleeting judgment is as good as an invitation. So, relaxed and feeling more confident than usual, your hand creeps up to dislodge the booger blocking the airway. God forbid you get to your destination and there is someone there to see you do it. No, it must be done in secrecy, BUT IN FRONT OF WINDOWS AND AT RED LIGHTS LESS THAN FOUR FEET AWAY FROM ANOTHER PERSON WHO HAPPENS TO LIKE WATCHING PEOPLE IN THEIR CARS - (that would be me.) Teehee. We are oddly humorous, we humans. How can we take ourselves so seriously when we have such incongruent social mores? Well, that's it! I refuse to take any of you, this, it seriously anymore!

We believe we are alone although we are behind glass through which we can see other people. Huh? There must be some term for this. Kind of like object impermanence but also kind of like an ostrich who believes it is hiding with only its head in the sand. So, which is it? Do we believe that we or others disappear behind/in front of glass? Think about how much we change as we step in front of and out from behind glass doorways and windows.

It is no wonder we are splintered and medicated. We have so many ways of being that it gets a bit much to manage sometimes. I mean, just today I was in Target and inadvertently came very close to bumping into a young couple. I heard myself say, "Excuse us." Yet I was with no one. So who exactly was I referring to? Not sure. Moving on...

Please don't mistake this as some tirade against people who pick their noses in their cars, or who are medicated or splintered either. Some of my best friends do and are (you know who you are.) None of that is what this is all about. I am just saying you have to pick (pardon the pun) what side you are on and play that side all the way.

So, I guess what this boils down to is that I have to decide whether I am going to be a public booger picker, a private booger picker, a pretend private booger or what have you and be consistent. But, then I have to judge which one is best then align myself as such. With further thought on the matter, I try to stay away from that judgment trap so maybe the best way for me personally is just knowing what I am doing while I am doing it instead of conjuring an illusion to make some sort of behavior seem okay. Because really, what is wrong with booger picking in any of these situations? It's not the booger or the picking but the lies that we tell ourselves to overcome our guilt for what is natural that is the problem.

So this week, I aspire to be aware of picking my nose while I am picking it as well as being aware of all decisions not to pick my nose and why. With this decision comes some responsibility of hygiene and germ control. I accept that in all situations. So whether I pick my nose at home, in my car, in public, or decide not to pick my nose at all, I must be fully aware of my intentions and shed all illusions and concerns of what others think of me. Ideally, someday I will be the person who can pick their nose whenever and wherever while making eye contact with a stranger! Yeah, that's what I want to be when I grow up.