It’s on the drive home we become philosophers of our own existence. Whether we're married, dipping our toes into the dating pool, involved in an affair, or even just struck by cupid's arrow at the local coffee joint—we possess an intrinsic talent for analyzing, overthinking, and spinning elaborate mental monologues during that drive home. I'm taking those contemplative journeys to a whole new level by sharing personal experiences. Buckle up, because you're riding shotgun and it's a long drive.