It would be amazing if I could just wash my motorcycle and swap out oil and consumables…
That’s what I think about every day (‘ω’)ノ
When my bike runs rough, I worry.
I worry about wanting more performance.
I worry about scratches.
I worry about shine.
I worry about bags.
I worry about phone holders.
A hobby with endless worries might just be the best thing ever.
If my bike runs well or poorly, well, good is obviously better.
But even when it runs well, all sorts of worries come up.
Could the position be a little better? The clutch is heavy, my butt hurts, the sidestand is hard to kick up, I wish the brakes had a bit more bite—the worries and dreams are infinite.
Hmm, maybe it’s good because you can escape from everyday life and get absorbed.
And the sheer abundance of options to solve those worries is amazing too, right?
When the bike runs rough, it’s the same story.
Is it the carburettor? The electrics? The engine? It’s always a mystery.
Maybe humans are creatures that want to worry their whole lives.
And the depth of that quirk is troublesome too…
Shopping is the same way. You worry about the maker, the specs, the design, the price—and once that clears up, you move on to a different worry. Isn’t that just daily life?
Maybe it’s important for humans to keep giving their brains that little spark of stimulation every day.
