Yesterday I woke up before 11 AM. Go me.

I made myself a healthy breakfast. Go me.

I got a bunch of work done. Go me.

I packed a gym bag. Go me.

I took the elevator down to my car. No need to cheer for me there. But let’s do it anyway. Go me.

I unlocked my car. I opened the door. And…

It was full of stuff.

Folding chairs. A giant exercise ball. A whole bunch of little items. A picture frame. I had completely forgotten it all was in there.

I loaded it all the last time I drove my car. I had to clean out an office space that didn’t work out, and it was the last of my… stuff.

That’s not a big deal. I forget I did things all the time. But this wasn’t right. How long had that stuff been in there? I thought hard before I climbed in.

I loaded all that stuff into my car eight days earlier. Eight days. More than a week before was the last time I drove my vehicle anywhere.

Have you ever just been confused at how something is possible at all? I don’t know why, but my entire drive to the gym felt like I was riding through the Twilight Zone. It made no sense.

In those eight days, I had my son for part of it.

I also met someone for a date.

I also met that same person for another date.

I also hung out with friends.

I also hung out with other friends.

I also had gone for a run.

I hung out with another friend for New Years.

I also had done a lot of other things.

It made no sense. I’m usually in my car daily. Sometimes twice daily, or more. I share the driving for our son. I go on errands. I go all over the place just to get the heck out of my house.

Yet somehow, I hadn’t driven anywhere.

Why am I even telling you all this? I have no idea. It has been WEIRDING me out.

I just kept asking myself all the way to the gym, “have I really not been in this car for an entire week?”

Something about it was disconcerting.

Was I turning agoraphobic or something? That was my first weird and random thought. I don’t know where it came from. I quickly dismissed it after thinking about all the places I had been and the people I had seen.

Was I being lazy? That was my next thought. But that certainly wasn’t the case. I actually had one of the most productive weeks of my life.

Was I just forgetting a drive… somewhere? Surely I must be. I worked through the past eight days in my mind. Then did it again. Definitely not.

I hadn’t been in that car.

Go… me?

No. Definitely not. Something about it feels so off and wrong… Like I should have noticed. Like I should have been in that car. Like I missed something important because I hadn’t been in that car.

What did I miss?

I honestly think the answer is “nothing.” And that’s just weird. Usually writing about whatever doesn’t feel right helps me solve it. Not this time. I don’t know why, but I feel like I was supposed to be in that car. For some reason, at some point, I was supposed to be in it.

Dan Pearce

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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he's most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It's an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!