My soul doesn't just grab the steering wheel of my body and stomp on the gas.

My mind likes to think that it's the boss, but I'm not so sure. Sometimes I feel like a backseat driver, shouting directions, while my addictions and compulsions are fighting over the steering wheel and my emotions are popping the breaks or accelerating pedal-to-the-Electroshock-Therapy-electric-accelerator-approved-floormat.

My Life: Should I stay seatbelted going the wrong way too fast, or throw myself out the passenger door? @hg47