{"id":435,"date":"2009-06-02T04:00:00","date_gmt":"2009-06-02T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=435"},"modified":"2009-06-02T04:00:00","modified_gmt":"2009-06-02T08:00:00","slug":"lost-in-a-paper-bag","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.bootedmanblog.com\/?p=435","title":{"rendered":"Lost In A Paper Bag"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SiO2IANAkiI\/AAAAAAAABXM\/iOmgd-tplRU\/s1600-h\/roadblock.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SiO2IANAkiI\/AAAAAAAABXM\/iOmgd-tplRU\/s320\/roadblock.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342313831601312290\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">Ever since I was a kid, my family has always kidded me about my serious lack of a sense of direction.  I have to admit it, I am so &#8220;directionally challenged&#8221; that I would get lost in a paper bag.<\/p>\n<p>For my blog visitors from other countries, the American expression &#8220;get lost in a paper bag&#8221; is used to describe someone just like me.  Someone who, given the choice of turning right or left, goes straight.  Someone who says to himself, &#8220;the sun sets in the west, so turn right.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I have no idea how this came to be.  I have <i>always<\/i> been that way.  When I started to work in Washington, DC, in the &#8217;80s and using the Metro to get into the city, inevitably I would come up out of the station and turn the wrong direction, confidently marching down the street for blocks until I realized that I was going the wrong way.<\/p>\n<p>Oddly, as a skydiver, you can show me a visual image peering down upon the Earth from the sky, and I can find where I need to be (for example, land is always better to touch down upon than water!)   Give me a map, and I can verbally explain to you where something is, and how the map indicates how to get there.<\/p>\n<p>But put me on my motorcycle (or in a cage) with a written set of directions (start here, go 0.3 miles, turn right on X road.  Go 1.4 miles, turn left on Y road)&#8230; I can&#8217;t find it.  I swear, the roads aren&#8217;t there!  It is like I am in a completely different state (or on a different planet.)<\/p>\n<p>Friends have said, &#8220;just get yourself a GPS.  That will solve your problem.&#8221;  I fear not, but to be honest, I have not tried it.  I remain seriously fearful of distracted driving since I witnessed my friend get killed by a cell-phone yapping SUV driver.  When I operate a vehicle, I want to have both eyes on the road ahead and everything around me (sides, rear) 100% of the time.<\/p>\n<p>This coming weekend, I had offered to be one of several leaders of a motorcycle riding event.  Others who will lead rides for this coming weekend&#8217;s event are doing pre-ride on Wednesday night.  A pre-ride gives ride leaders a chance to familiarize him or herself with the route.  Unfortunately, I can not do the pre-ride then.  It doesn&#8217;t fit my schedule, nor do I want to ride in the evening when I&#8217;m tired while trying to remember turns and landmarks.  I know my limits.  Also, landmarks look different in evening twilight than they do in full daytime sunshine.<\/p>\n<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SiQa-37CcHI\/AAAAAAAABXU\/gkns-epNcTU\/s1600-h\/streetsign.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 138px;\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/_yytsDp42pSs\/SiQa-37CcHI\/AAAAAAAABXU\/gkns-epNcTU\/s320\/streetsign.jpg?w=584\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342424725434036338\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a>I spent two hours last Sunday afternoon trying to ride this route by myself.  I got hopelessly lost several times.  I would find parts of the route, then inevitably miss a turn and wind up somewhere else.  <i>Darn!<\/i>  I am just not good at following written directions.  <\/span><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\">I gave up and tried to come home (getting lost several times in the process.)  Oh well, I enjoyed a ride on a sunny day, even if I did not know where I was. <\/span><br \/><span style=\"font-family:verdana;\"><br \/>When I got home, my partner was still painting the upstairs hallway.  (He is such a perfectionist.)  He handed me a paint roller, and I began to help him while explaining my predicament and concerns.  He just shrugged it off, and said to forget it.  He did not realize how upset I was &#8212; but in hindsight, he was right in the sense that the world isn&#8217;t going to end if I can&#8217;t lead a ride because I do not know where I am going.<\/p>\n<p>I wrote a message to the overall ride organizer to say, &#8220;take me off the list of ride leaders&#8230; nothing is more embarrassing than trying to lead a ride for others and getting lost.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Some readers of this blog think that my life is all full of roses and nothing goes wrong.  Well, lots of things go wrong.  However, I let it pass, and move on with life.  I will think of something that makes me smile, tell a story, share a moment with the man of my life, or take a stroll in our back yard park to watch the birds, squirrels, and rabbits play.  Soon enough, I am back on track.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, don&#8217;t follow me.  I do not know where I am going.  But I try to have fun while getting wherever that may be!<br \/><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ever since I was a kid, my family has always kidded me about my serious lack of a sense of direction. 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