On the way to work this morning, J and I came to a turn that often has problems (thankfully not in the direction we’re going).
So I thought about how a roundabout could fix this problem, then about a specific very small roundabout in Aberdeen that really was more of an intersection with a painted dot in the middle… then to the sad part that is my actual reason for writing today.
By thinking about it, I realize that all the roundabouts in the UK must work in the clockwise direction, seeing one drives on the left side of the road. But when I imagine any intersection there in Aberdeen and picture being in a vehicle going round the roundabout, my brain insists on it being in an anti-clockwise direction. When I think of someone missing their ‘exit’ or waiting for someone who is following them and their going round it several times, it’s in the same anti-clockwise direction.
I’m sure this doesn’t sound tragic to anyone else out there, but it is a bit to me as it’s a concrete piece of my memory that is being altered by time. I’m very protective of my memories and the conscious knowledge that some of them are inaccurate (well, if only mirrored, but still…) that leads me to believe there are probably others that I don’t realize I’m remembering incorrectly, which bothers me.
Ah, well. I suppose I should go worry about something worth worrying (or at least praying) about…