The Passenger.

Have you ever ridden with a passenger who just wouldn’t stop talking? Whose insecurities were passed on to you while you were driving?

 

I drive with someone like that every day. Often times they’re nagging me, teasing me, and pressuring me into situations that I don’t want to be in. Other times they’re quiet, dormant like they aren’t even in the car. I often prefer those days, especially when they become unhinged. Then they are the bane of my existence. I could only describe it to you as claustrophobia in a big empty room. The instant-replay the horrible car accident you were in as you merge onto the interstate. The feeling of someone following you, and turning around to see an eerie silhouette off in the distance.

They’re the feeling of water filling your lungs on dry land. They only come along when I need them the least. And even on their nicest day, they remind me that they can “end it all” at a moments notice. Often days I want to hurt this passenger, but I can’t seem to figure out a way to quiet them without putting my self in danger. So I guess I’ll have to keep driving.