Once upon a time, there was a girl who could drive cross country in just over two days, through the sheer power of desire and determination. Obviously, in order to accomplish this feat, there is some amount of night driving involved. Night driving? Ha! I laugh in your face dangerous, dark roadways. For I am a driver of extraordinary skill and ability to adapt. (Except for that one night just before Vail, CO, high up in the mountains, when the world started to blur before my very eyes. On my behalf, I did pull over and catch some zzzs when it occurred to me that the elevation was very high and I was about to pass out.)

Now, though, it seems, those days are behind me. Have I grown up? No. I’ve just been afflicted.

Blinky lights = Migraine

Night driving = Blinky lights

You know, it wasn’t until every interaction I had with blinky lights brought on a migraine that I really realized just how many there are in the world. What is the American obsession with lights that go on and off, on and off, on and off?

I mean, a blinker for instance, by name clearly a huge blinky offender. Why can’t it just be a light? You know, you put it on and it just becomes a red light that stays solid until you turn. Why does it have to blink? Is it really necessary? Are people really so fascinated by blinky lights that they can’t help but be drawn to them and therefore realize the person in front of them is turning?

I’m starting a coalition, a coalition to fight against the blinky lights littering this world. STUB’N Stop the ugly blinking now.