tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027685613770896155.post8310225472815172214..comments2023-04-03T20:06:47.403-04:00Comments on The Inconsistent Nomad: How we react to different types of travelCarlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10739065521535185197noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027685613770896155.post-83202155525557225962014-03-08T14:54:08.428-05:002014-03-08T14:54:08.428-05:00I suppose one's TSQ (Travel Serenity Quotient)...I suppose one's TSQ (Travel Serenity Quotient) comes down to control and expectation. When you're traveling for pleasure, you cede control to the airplane pilot, the bus driver, and the camel. You never expected to control the trip, so it's hard to feel annoyed when things don't go exactly as you wish. The camel will go where he wants.<br /><br />But when at home we expect to be comfortable, to control the time it takes to get to work. We are, after all, in control. When other drivers cut us off, when the butt warmer fails to heat up, then we feel frustrated. We are supposed to be in control. We are choreographing this commute. Here is some dodo turning right from the left lane causing the performance to come to a screeching halt. I could murder that idiot!Harvey Levinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16164147681970011008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027685613770896155.post-5276936419532068472014-03-07T11:14:46.016-05:002014-03-07T11:14:46.016-05:00But of course you're better than average. I am...But of course you're better than average. I am, too, right? And I forget James Altucher exists. I should get back into his stuff. He's right, screaming obscenities at another driver doesn't accomplish anything. But it does feel kind of nice for a split second....Carlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10739065521535185197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027685613770896155.post-15292584140322298882014-03-07T11:00:17.265-05:002014-03-07T11:00:17.265-05:00I used to get rabidly mad at the other stupid driv...I used to get rabidly mad at the other stupid drivers around me (because I *am* better than average, right?). Then, I read the article by James Altucher about saying "not useful," and it truly changed my attitude. Every time I get annoyed, I simply say to myself "not useful" until I calm down. It works like a charm, except when I forget to use it.<br /><br />Here's the article: http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/07/the-power-of-negative-thinking/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05540350128531076792noreply@blogger.com