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100 Theme Challenge No. 9: Drive

(Just a note: You may have seen this post a week or two ago.  That’s because I meant to save it, but instead, I published it.  Then deleted it, so it would no longer be published.  So yeah.  This is the official one.)

Today’s topic for the 100 Theme Challenge is #9, Drive.  This makes me think of several things.  One is driving a car, which I hate.  I hate driving.  I hate green lights.  No, really, I hate green lights, not red.  There is no certainty in a green light.  It means go, unless it turns yellow all of a sudden, and then you must decide to stop and possibly stop so fast someone rams into your backside, or do you speed through and potentially run a red light.  I am not good at measuring distances at high speeds (not that I go that fast, but it’s faster than I can walk, and I’m a pretty quick walker, too, seriously, you don’t know how many people have commented on how fast I can walk), so knowing if my car has enough distance to stop safely or not is difficult.  A red light, on the other hand, is certain.  It means stop.  You see a red light, and you have no hard decisions to make.  You stop that vehicular transport of yours.  Unless it turns to green, and then you have the whole conundrum I just described to worry about again.

            The other meaning of drive is what drives you.  What motivates you.  And that I shall focus on for the rest of this post.  So what drives the duck?  Well, it depends.  Certain things I do for fun.  I play video games for fun.  It is relaxing.  The stories and characters are interesting.  And it’s a break from a world filled with frowns.  I also play the piano for my own enjoyment, kind of an extension of my video games, as I mainly play video game music on it.  (Currently more or less mastered Organization XIII’s theme from “Kingdom Hearts” and can do a slow, crappy version of “The Last Travel” from “FFXIII-2”, which doesn’t sound right in parts without the violin.  Who wants to come over and play the violin parts?  I’ll even make eggless cookies, which means even the dough is safe for human and avian consumption.)

            Ahem.  But, while I DO things for fun, I CREATE things for several reasons.  First and foremost, I create things because I enjoy it, or else I wouldn’t do it.  And I must admit, when I think into it, it seems I also create things for acknowledgement from others.  I don’t want to sound like someone who needs the attention of other people.  Because I don’t.  At least, I don’t think I do.  (I like to dress plain so people will not notice me at the grocery store.  Don’t look at me!  Otherwise, I might possibly get compliments, and with compliments, comes stress.)  Despite my usual desire to avoid the spotlight, there are certain things I don’t want to do if I can’t share it with other people.  I wouldn’t do something I don’t enjoy just to share it with others, but I am less driven (ha, there’s a form of that word again!) to do certain things I enjoy if no one will ever see it.

            For example, if no one ever read my blog, I don’t know if I’d keep doing it.  I should do it for my own enjoyment.  But, for whatever reason, I want people to look at what I wrote.  Even if it’s people I don’t even know.  I mean, we all want that.  Much of the people reading this right now are bloggers, and so you know how that is.  It’s not that we need attention, but we receive a certain satisfaction when someone reads, comments on, and likes what we wrote.  And it’s the same for other things, too.  I used to like to draw more (I’ve gotten rather bored with it as of late, though, as my efforts always seem to be, well, sucky), and I wanted people to see my pictures.  If no one was going to ever see it, I kind of didn’t want to do it.  I also didn’t want to bother with my comic, whether it was fun or not, if no one would see it.  Which is silly, but I couldn’t help feeling that way.  And I love writing fan fiction, but it just would not be the same if people didn’t read my stories.  I have such a great time writing them, but if I couldn’t post them online, would I even bother?  There’s a good chance I wouldn’t.

            So is that what drives me?  People’s acknowledgement of what I do?  Do I need people’s approval for my work?  Is it that simple?  Or is it something else?  Perhaps it’s not that I do these things because I want their approval.  Maybe I do it because I like doing what I’m doing, and it seems more worthwhile if I can share it with others.  What use is a fantastic novel filled with suspense and mystery and cake if no one ever reads it or a masterpiece (of a painting of cake) no one has ever laid eyes on?  That is not to say my work is that grand, but certain things need others to see it by virtue of being what they are.

            And some things just feel a lot more worthwhile if it can be shared.  It feels like I’m not simply wasting my time, but I’m actually receiving some kind of payment in the form of others enjoying my work.  We wouldn’t go to our jobs everyday if we didn’t get paid for it.  I would have less of a desire to continue creating things if I didn’t get the joy of comments and favorites and such from it.  It would feel like wasted effort that could be better spent gaming more or learning to not be so crappy on the piano.

            So in short, I guess what drives me to do certain things starts with my enjoyment of that thing, and my drive to share it is just that, my, well, drive to share it.  Because sharing is good and all that nonsense.  Remember that little bit of wisdom (even though it doesn’t apply to germs or gossip, so maybe it’s not so true, after all…)?  I am motivated to do lots of things because they are fun, including maintaining this blog, but you, my dear reader, are what gives it meaning.  Now, does that not DRIVE you to review?

            What drives you to do the things you do?

I’m Driven to Be a Duck, Because “Be a Duck” is a Store Someone Drove Me To, What?!

The Day I Got Hopelessly Lost

I had a very strange day one time when I was trying to get somewhere.  I can’t say where because then people could find me and eat my delicious duck body, so I won’t disclose the location.  Let’s just call it Ideal Location.  Or IL.  (Not Illinois.)  I needed to be there at 9 AM.  I planned my departure time accordingly.  I set out on my way, humming music from the video game I had been playing, completely unaware of the lugubrious situation I was heading towards at 35 to 45 miles per hour.

            The first hint of trouble was a sign.  It was situated on the opposite side of the road, strategically placed behind a tree.  I managed to make out “7:30 to 12:00”, and then I passed it and could surmise no more.  Shortly after, I ended up at an intersection.  I needed to go straight to, let’s call it, Necessary Road (NR, but not Nebraska, if that even is the initials forNebraska), but alas!  The road was blocked going straight and heading left.

            Hmm, this was quite a predicament.  So I went right and turned left the first chance I got.  I ended up in some winding neighborhood and eventually ended up on another road leading to IL, which I’ll call Other Road or OR (Not Oregon!).  But, this road was blocked, too.  My only choice was turning right, where I ended up in another neighborhood.  So along I went, catching occasional glimpses of detour signs, while following someone that seemed to know where they were going.  I ended up at a three way intersection (the fourth path was blocked, as expected at this point in my story), and I continued on farther.  I eventually ended up on a road north of IL that I never wanted to be on that I’ll call Unwanted Road or UR (Ha ha, you thought it would be initials for a state again, didn’t you?  I can’t imagine why…).  So I thought this way might be promising, until my guide took an early right, and I became unsure of my progress once again.

            So I ended up going along this one road that eventually led to the church that is on NR, not far from IL.  But, the road here was blocked, too.  The detour signs were here again, so I followed them, resulting in a loop through the nearby neighborhood, leading right back to the church.  I headed back towards UR as someone followed me, hoping I would be their guide, perhaps.  I decided to go right, but then I saw a detour sign.  I made a U turn in the empty road, got stuck, backed up, and then went to the detour sign and started driving left on UR.  I made it back to the road that ran past NR that I originally was going to cross near the beginning of my story.  This wasn’t going to work at all.

            So I needed to head back to UR and try my other intended path before I saw that final detour sign, but I couldn’t go back that way.  That side of this road was blocked, as well.  I turned right into a parking lot, started heading towards UR, but decided not to drive into the foreboding looking neighborhood.  If I got lost in there, I may never be heard from again.  So I returned back to the main road, intending to go the long way back to UR, and decided I would not go left at the first turn but would continue until I got to the first big road to avoid long, boring neighborhoods.

            So I went along this for a ways, getting ready to turn left on OR, but I turned left too early.  I ended up in a parking lot by a Starbucks (there’s millions of these, so it won’t give my location away).  I went in a loop to get back to my intended road, but went to the wrong exit.  I could only go right.  I ended up looping through the parking lot many times, trying out new exits, until I ended up crossing the road and looping through that side.  Finally, I made it to the correct exit, turned back onto the correct road, and turned left on OR.  Again, I reached the blockade.  Again, I went past the three way intersection.  I ended up at OR, where they finally let me turn left and get to IL.  I was thrilled.  I’m not sure if I had gotten here before and turned the wrong way or if it was blocked earlier, but I finally got where I needed to be.  A half hour late.

A Duck That Went Astray