I've noticed over the past few years that people seem to be in much more of a hurry to get places. Where are they going? Do they know something I don't know? Is there this awesome store at the mall that is going to explode if they don't get there by a certain time? I can't figure it out. Sometimes, as I see people speeding by me or cutting me off, I check to see if maybe I'm zoning off and driving like an old man (no offense to old men), but most often I am driving either at or above the speed limit. Does the threat of a speeding ticket, especially in a construction zone, not scare these people, because it sure as hell scares me. I don't want to waste my money on speeding tickets. Besides, I still can't figure out what I would be speeding to get to. If I'm running late, then it's my fault. I should have left earlier instead of racing through the streets.
I can't imagine humans in pre-modern civilizations having such a pre-occupation with time and rushing to get everywhere. I mean, the sun came up, they hunted and gathered. The sun went down, they slept. Seems pretty simple. I think we need to reflect back to those simpler times and slow down a little. The world is not going to end if you get to the grocery store five minutes later. Well, it won't end this year, but ask me again next year.