I had a work meeting last night with a long drive there and back and I saw something I used to see when I was a kids. When we would take long boring family drives I would stare at the road and see a dress or housecoat like my grandmother used to wear. My eyes would travel up those dashes or buttons and never get to my grandmother’s face but the repetition would put me in a trance.
I got bored a lot in cars because doing almost anything made me feel sick. Books on tape helped us Survive the Drive to Florida recently but honestly I don’t see anything wrong with a little boredom here and there. I am not bored nearly often enough these days!