You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.™
Your daily commute.
A new study says it might be killing you.
We need a study for this? It sure feels like it’s killing me.
Every morning, every evening. You climb into your car and you immediatly start applying the brake. Your engine revs, your body wants to go fast, but there is no room to drive in this concrete sardine can of claustrophobia.
Death by commute is not instantaneous. Like the laborious creature it is, it takes a while to kill you in slow motion.
If suicide is your goal, the commute is not your answer. But if a death march the speed of cold honey is what you are after, then I have just the study for you.
Anyone who has ever sat in traffic, breathing in someone elses exhaust for an hour knows they are dieing a slow unmerciful death.
Anyone who has ever looked over and watched a dweeb shove his finger up his nose as if he is invisible, as if he is trying to itch his brain, knows they are dieing a slow painful death.
Anyone who has ever had some rude bastard cut them off and flip them the bird knows about the slow commuting death we are all experiencing.
According to ABC news, Americans drive to and from work twice a day – 5 days a week.
Like gerbils on a wire wheel, we go nowhere fast and it’s taking us forever to get there.
ABC News says 100 hours a year we spend in gridlock, gripping the steering wheel like a 38 caliber revolver that we want to shove in our mouths.
100 hours a year. My God. That’s almost 2 and a half work weeks.
The study says these hours could be the unhealthiest hours of your day. Little did we know, we were driving ourselves to our own funerals.
4,000 drivers were studied.
The findings: People commuting 10 miles or more a day had bigger bellies and higher blood pressure than those people who work at home or nearby.
The study says commuters are more prone to reoccuring back problems. And in sweden, couples are 40 percent more likely to divorce.
What’s the deal?
I think it’s the stress of life, broiling into your skull in a slow motion dance of frustration.
The commute is a slimy snake that snipes at you trying to inject you with venom at every mile marker.
It’s the fight for a rolling space and the blare of constant brake lights ahead. It’s the constant mental onslaught of the job in your brain and the the knowledge that you are clawing your way along an asphalt treadmill, simply to get to work, a place that often causes stomach bile to surge into your mouth.
Back Problems. Weight Problems. Marital Discourse.
Is it possible that being unemployed is better for your health?
I’m sure out of work people would love to bitch about their commute to a job they don’t have.
I guess like some wise man once said; the minute we’re born we start dieing.
And now apparently we can get there in slow motion on our local interstate.
My advice; take the bus and read a book.
and that is crazy.