My favorite spot

My favorite spot is my bed. While reading or watching a movie I am comfortable and content when I'm there. Almost every day I drive east on the main street near my apartment and cross an intersection and I ask myself how is that spot there in the middle of the intersection doing. I look at it and it's the same as it was yesterday and the day before that. It may be wet or icy or whatever but it's always there just like the spot my bed sits on is always there.

What is the difference between the two spots? I put up aesthetically pleasing decorations at my favorite spot, I am more comfortable and my friends come to see me at my favorite spot. But through a bums eyes shelter is aesthetically pleasing enough; the right bench on a fair night is comfortable and his/her friends can see them anywhere. Do I really think I am happier because of the stuff I put on my walls or the cushion under my rump?

The things I do, think and feel at a certain place leave memories that spawn specific feelings. And when I return to that place I get the same feelings. I feel happier lying on my bed because I usually feel good there. What if I am always care free and happy no matter where I am at; would the world then be my favorite place? Some people dread going to work because they associate it with stress and negative feelings. If someone is constantly depressed then would they find no happy place or no favorite spot; would they always feel as they do when they are at work? So could I have the same feelings and memories in the middle of an intersection as I do when I'm relaxing on my bed if physical comforts were meaningless and if I were always happy or depressed? Are these two spaces just spaces with no real difference? Yes, the only difference between two places comes from the perceiver not from the area he/she temporarily inhabits.

What if a settler back in the 17 or 18 hundreds decided to put his/her shop a few yards farther east or west; well then the roads in that town today could be totally different. My favorite spot could possibly be in the middle of that intersection although it wouldn't be an intersection anymore. Or what if an atomic bomb dropped outside of my apartment; then the two places in question would be almost the same. No matter how places change due to a bomb or from time they would both still be there. They are both essentially the same.

Now I'm just going to ramble a bit more for no specific point. Sometimes when I drive down the interstate I imagine a family having breakfast in the middle of the road (taking up the same amount of space most kitchens do) with cars, trucks and semis zipping by them while the family continues with their morning routine. Then BAM a semi plows through and I chuckle (just kidding….). What horrible luck for these spots I'm sure they (as in the space, which could be conscious...) hope for reconstruction so they can partake in morning breakfast with someone instead of mundane traffic speeding over its surface. When someone says "oh that's ugly" I tell them it's not that places fault don't blame it. It was the damn engineer or architect; places are innocent, simple and constant we just make them ugly or beautiful. Stupid humans.