Ok... so I get that I'm an attention whore... but really.
I drive hard, really hard. I love the speed of a vehicle on curves, speeding even faster out of them. I love the control I have over such a huge powerful machine. God, its intoxicating. And I love the power it has over me. Wonder what it would feel like to drive a race car. When I drive 90 down the highway and start to feel the vibrations run through me. I bet it would feel something like that, but more.
I play my music loud... I love to feel every decible. I want to feel it like a pulse. Makes me want to dance. I feel free. I feel like I've broken away from every strife that has ever taken over me. Just hearing the music, the rhythm that compells my hips. It soothes me and gives me passion and life at the same time.
So, I put the two together... Drive fast and hard with my music loud. Play it so I feel it run through my seat into me. Feeling it crash around me and engulf me. The question is, why do I feel so damn compelled to roll my windows? Not only compelled, but I turn the music up louder, I drive faster... its pure fucking insanity. Why do I need them to see?
I wonder if it is the desire to be seen. Not only seen... but seen happy. So completely taken over by something flawless, like music. Loving it. Care-free. I look around to see who sees me at stop lights, but only small glances. I have to appear untouched and untouchable. I have to appear entranced and happy. I always want to appear... happy.
I drive hard, really hard. I love the speed of a vehicle on curves, speeding even faster out of them. I love the control I have over such a huge powerful machine. God, its intoxicating. And I love the power it has over me. Wonder what it would feel like to drive a race car. When I drive 90 down the highway and start to feel the vibrations run through me. I bet it would feel something like that, but more.
I play my music loud... I love to feel every decible. I want to feel it like a pulse. Makes me want to dance. I feel free. I feel like I've broken away from every strife that has ever taken over me. Just hearing the music, the rhythm that compells my hips. It soothes me and gives me passion and life at the same time.
So, I put the two together... Drive fast and hard with my music loud. Play it so I feel it run through my seat into me. Feeling it crash around me and engulf me. The question is, why do I feel so damn compelled to roll my windows? Not only compelled, but I turn the music up louder, I drive faster... its pure fucking insanity. Why do I need them to see?
I wonder if it is the desire to be seen. Not only seen... but seen happy. So completely taken over by something flawless, like music. Loving it. Care-free. I look around to see who sees me at stop lights, but only small glances. I have to appear untouched and untouchable. I have to appear entranced and happy. I always want to appear... happy.
I like driving my car fast with my music loud, too. :D Since I started driving it's always been that way. Though most people peg it as behavior synonymous with "attention whores", I think there's definitely more to it (as you've stated). I'm with you on the desire to be seen. :P
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