I have decided that I need to rely on my own brain more and on my electronic devices a lot less. When did we start trusting the British lady who talks to us on our GPS more than our own experiences and memories? You know you’ve done this — asked your GPS to map your travels and then followed it even though it didn’t make sense, it was dangerous, it took longer – whatever the case may be. Your gut told you it was wrong — you’ve been there before but just weren’t quit sure how you got there – so you needed some help. You trusted this computer which was probably programmed by someone who had either never been anywhere near your objective – or was probably drunk when they were! Why do we do this? We apparently have lost all of our common sense and are turning our lives over to ‘robots’ — can the world of Terminator or I, Robot be far behind?
Why this rant against my poor, innocent GPS which was only trying to help? Because last week, I followed its directions when I knew better and ended up in a part of town which is known as a shooting gallery! As we passed 10th and What the Heck are You Doing Here, I knew I should have stayed on the highway — but I kept listening to that stupid British woman tell me to take another right that only took me deeper into 10th and Where the Hell is Your Bulletproof Vest! I wouldn’t have listened to this insane woman if she was sitting next to me in the car, but because she was coming from a ‘computer’ and had maps to back up her theory — I just kept going! As I went by 10th and You are Dead Meat – I decided I had had enough – in fact, if my GPS was a real person, I would have pushed her out the door just for punishment for getting me into this predicament (even though, technically it was my own fault since I knew better!).
I turned the direction my ‘gut’ told me to go, restrained myself from throwing the damn GPS out the window and got back on track to my destination. A trip that should have taken 30 minutes ended up taking me an hour and aged me by about 10 years!
So — from here on out, I’m not listening to that British *?&%$! and I will go back to the way I used to navigate — I’ll get lost and ask some strange person at a gas station out in the middle of nowhere to give me directions to my destination — couldn’t possibly be any more dangerous!