

Americans are too literal, irresponsible, and frankly narcissistic to follow something like that. We see a posted speed limit, that’s the speed we’re going to drive. Or we’ll go faster if we think we can handle it (and get away with it). We try to use the literal law to prove our position in court, so “careful and considerate” is too generic of a phrase to uphold legally.
I lived in Germany for a couple years and I was surprised at how responsible drivers were there. Everyone stuck to the slow lane unless they wanted to drive super fast. The autobahns had no posted speed limit, but it was understood that if you got into an accident over 130 KPH, you were 100% responsible and insurance wouldn’t cover anything. So people just… drove more responsibly! Americans are too self-centered to behave that way.
I especially liked how Germans would flash their brights if they were going much faster in the fast lane and everyone would just automatically pull over to the slow lane. No fuss, no drama. I do that in America and it just causes road rage. Americans don’t like brights being flashed at them. As a matter of fact, in my home state of Minnesota, it’s illegal to flash your brights at another car for any reason.



I matured physically while I was really young. I actually started shaving at 12 years old and never stopped. By my teen years, I could grow a thick, full Viking beard if I wanted to.
My last few years of elementary school, a lot of adults asked me if I was too old to be trick-or-treating. I had to quit before all my friends. Which sucks because Halloween is my favorite holiday and trick-or-treating was my favorite thing to do with friends every year.
Instead, some friends and I decided to “trick” for Halloween, since adults wouldn’t “treat” me any more. Just harmless stuff, like hiding a speaker in the bushes and talking through a mic to spook people as they passed by. Or dressing up as one of the Halloween lawn decorations and jumping up as people approached the house.
Semi-related story, but I remember getting a haircut one year when I was younger. I was by myself and the barber kept trying to talk to me about current events, but I didn’t know anything about them, so I had no comment. I could tell she was getting frustrated with the one-sided conversation, and eventually there was just an awkward silence between us for a while.
Finally, she piped up again and said, “So… are you starting college this year or do you have another year of high school?”
I had to inform her that I was about to start my last year of elementary school. I saw the light bulb moment on her face. She realized why I had no knowledge of current events; I was just a child. A very adult-looking child.