Have you ever been in a confessional-car? I experience that situation every month, that is to say, every time my father drives me home from this city.
It is difficult to describe the reasons why those one-hour trips turn into a conciliatory moment for both of us. I guess it's hard to find another moment with similar calm and lack of distractions. We could be in silence, though! So why do we have our deepest conversations in the car? Is it because of the sense of moving forward? Is it because we are not facing each other so we do not have to bear any reproachful look?
I am not very good at telling my problems to my parents. I think those temporary bad situations will eventually end, and there is no need to worry anyone because of them. Nevertheless, I have said out loud the hardest words with my eyes looking far away in the distance, where the road reaches the sky. Many times I have wondered why I change my attitude when I am in the car! This also happens to my father! Does it happen to you? Is it only a genetic characteristic?
This is fascinating! Why didn't Freud think about it? Should psychiatrists or priests use a car? As a mobile confessional? If you ever see a car with a Christian cross printed in it which offers street-confessions, take for sure that the Pope is an Ofeloski's reader.
3 comments:
Marvellous text.
My father and me also have long conversations in his car, but I had never thought of this before : -))))
Thank you! :)
It has a funny effect on us, right? I will use your comment to support my future academic paper about the subject.
Yes, please! I love people quoting me, hehe.
cheers!
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