I posted in the long, long ago, in the before time, here about how people weren’t aware of what went on around them while in cars. Now that I drive much more often now, I find that what I said is still true, but with a different spin. I’m not going to rant about how drivers in Southern Califorrnia are crazed lunatics, unless they’re hopeless twits, bunt rather point out the funnier side.
I’ve seen someone picking their nose while driving just about once every day.
I’ve seen a man doing jaw excersizes, stretching his face.
I’ve seen people rocking out, dancing rather violently, and not just at stop lights.
It seems that once you put someone in a car by themselves, they lose touch with the fact that anyone outside of their Sensory Inhibitive Chamber even exists. I am guilty, but not about forgetting about those around me. I just don’t care. If I’m dancing, rocking out, or making ridiculous faces at myself in the mirror, I not only don’t mind if you see, but probably hope you do.
Make funny faces at other people. Especially children. They love it. You’ll make their day, and the reaction on their face will likely make yours.