The Bad Trip
By Mr. JM
Travelling together can be a trying time – sometimes disagreements come, sometimes one or the other wishes to go a different way or just wants quiet times while the other wants to talk.
But when you’re sharing the front seat, when the scenery is blurring by out the sides, there isn’t anywhere to go. You can sit in silence, watching out the window, seeing but not really noticing as the world rushes by while barely registering on the optics.
A nice side benefit of travelling is that, no matter how detached, preoccupied, internally focused you may be inside the shell you have entered, sooner or later, as Reality rushes around your immobile world, something reaches in, an event or a sight or maybe even a smell, pushing gently past your absorption, nudging aside your preoccupation and bringing you back to awareness.
Once the shell is pierced, it is not a large step to reach out, physically or verbally to let your partner know you are back with them, that the insult wasn’t mortal, that you didn’t intend or even want the barrier to go up. They’re there, right there beside you, not easily ignored nor pushed away.
If you weren’t travelling at the time, it is much simpler to disassociate, to remove yourself from contact and perhaps to create a breach that is not easily healed. With the travel, it is much more about the two of you together, finding new things, sharing new sights, being able to be in the other’s company. The enforced closeness can cause interruptions but the sharing also brings resolution.
And that’s in the BAD times.
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