Directionless

Buster and I had a lovely outing yesterday including a stop on campus to get him registered for classes and Costco shopping with a Costco pizza slice topper to the day.

I invited him to join me again today when I had to run out and he willingly obliged.

I've been trying to drive around without using my GPS to build my mental map of the area. The drive to our first stop was easy, and I handled that no problem.

When I left the UPS store, I knew I could retrace my steps to home and get to our second stop with ease, but I thought I should/could triangulate my way without all that backtracking.

When I finally got to a street I recognized after meandering through neighborhoods, I was on the exact opposite side of where I meant to be, but at least I knew where I was. I was, in fact, only three blocks from home, so at that point I could have gone the way I have gone many times, but I really thought I could figure it out from where I was.

I jumped on the interstate and started driving.

And driving.

And driving.

Buster had been keeping me entertained telling me stories, but I finally had to ask him to pull up directions on my phone.

"I seem to have an ability to go in the exact opposite direction of where I need to go, sooo, can you see what we need to do?"

He plugged in the address and got quiet for a few seconds.

"Yup. We're driving away from where we want to be."

It's almost an uncanny ability.

If I could only get myself to go the opposite direction of the way I think I should be going, but then I would outthink myself wondering, "Does my brain know that I know it's trying to send me the wrong way, so now it's recalibrating for me?"

Does it know that I know that I know?

We eventually ended up where we meant to be and it was lovely all around.

The tough part is, it still seems right to me, the direction I chose. Even though I know it's wrong.

🤔🤔

Good thing I have many other talents. 😁