" And I've got all that I need; Right here in the passenger seat
Oh and I can't keep my eyes on the road;Knowing that she's inches from me..."
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When driving or hitching a ride at a friends' car, who do we allow to take the Passenger seat?
If it's a small kid, hands down, they will have to take the back seat. But how about the rest?
I believe there is hierarchy in sitting on the passenger seat. We only allow those truly important to us to be inches away from us while we're driving.
There is this automatic mindset that when a group of friends are in a carpool, there is a non-verbal agreement that a certain someone will take on the passenger seat. It may be the wife/husband/best friend/boyfriend/girlfriend of the person who's driving, or if there is no relationship between the passenger, it is usually the person who has the closest connection to that gets to sit on the passenger seat. If not the closest, he or she may be of the highest importance.
There's something about being inches away from the driver. I remember getting all so giggly while wearing a seatbelt and driving around town and enjoying nature. Though I hate having my hair all over the place, there's just this sweet feeling inside that feels like we are two like poles magnet that tries to repel each other and yet the connection is there. There's something about allowing the other person get to be inches away from your personal bubble.
I used to get really all perked up and giggly hearing that Stephen Speak's Passenger seat song:
"I look at her and have to smile; As we go driving for a while
Looking nowhere in the open window of my car
And as we go the traffic lights; Watch them glimmer in her eyes
In the darkness of the evening..."
But I lost all that kilig feeling when I attended my friend's Bachelorette birthday party couple of years ago at a gay bar in the city, and the male stripper was gyrating to that song. :(
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