Internalized stress

Hit and Miss #251


Friday, T and I drove Arthur to the vet for a regular check-up. It was perhaps shortsighted to go at the end of the workweek, heading into a sunny summer weekend, but we took whatever appointment we could get.

Traffic downtown was abysmal. I was struck by the stress and frustration of driving—and I love to drive! Maybe I’m out of practice, maybe you get used to it the more you do it, but the emotional toll of driving was huge, compared to the relative benefits. Now, we drove for a reason: it was the most flexible, convenient, affordable way to get where we needed to go (the economics of car-sharing like Communauto shine best for short, in-city trips, versus taking a taxi / Uber / transit). So clearly it was “worth it”, versus the alternatives.

Those who drive often cite just this, freedom and flexibility, as justification. And, to an extent, I sympathize—our built environment incentivizes the personal vehicle, and it does bring real convenience (it’s a portable storage locker and private space, hard to beat). Nor do we seem on track to fix that: Ottawa’s LRT inquiry demonstrates the profound mediocrity that elected officials—and the driving public—accept of public transit. Further, there isn’t the same political attention for poor transit that there is for roads (see the political popularity of gas tax cuts).

So we’ll keep driving, warming the air (or harvesting a long list of critical minerals from sensitive areas to enable electric vehicles) beyond habitable levels, because convenience wins, as it so often does.

Some interesting pieces about how government works from this week:

Walking home from dropping off the car on Friday, I came across a protest outside the US Embassy against the overturning of Roe v. Wade. I have little intelligent to offer to the discussion beyond those already doing so.

A tide of emotion and anger broke upon seeing the protest: it felt like yet another example of the historical truism that the future is never guaranteed to be good or better than the present—that even the status quo, flawed as it is, requires vigilance to maintain, and improvement demands even more than that.

All the best for the week ahead—may we remain vigilant at least, and more than that at our best.